#I keep feeding her and made little nest for her and she seems comfortable

[caramello-styles]

I’m afraid to say this out loud because of a big responsibility that come from it but the cat distribution system finally found me in the form of adult calico cat and she is such a sweetheart I could cry just thinking of her and the possibility of her leaving me

so yeah meet pyo yejin 🥺🫶🏼 call her yejin 😽

[deerlybelov3d]

I had a similar question a little while back but I’ve got some new ideas that weren’t all in that reply so I’m making my replies to the question into a post!!

Oooh I love love this question thank you!! I feel like they would all have pretty different sleep schedules which would make Lucifer’s life even trickier! 😆 the little ones like Husk and Niffty would have to have more frequent naps for sure, and luckily, Husk tends to take it upon himself to have naps, simply curling up in little nooks and crannies around the hotel, but Niffty, who’s a frenetic ball of constant energy, is such a headache to try and get down for a nap! Lucifer tries all the tricks in the book to get her to sleep, but eventually, he gets something of a technique that probably has very specific steps! Maybe he’s got to feed her some warm milk first to start getting her settled, then pick her up and walk her to her room, then dim the lights, walk around bouncing her in his arms for a few minutes while muttering quietly to her, then take the now-finished bottle from her and set her down in her crib and tuck her in with blankets and her toys, start singing a lullaby, and then, as she starts to get sleepier, he rubs her hair and finishes his song! And if any of the kiddos run into the room asking for him, or even just run the room by too loudly, Niffty wakes up completely and Lucifer has to start all over again! 🤣

Alastor for sure hates bedtime and nap time, as he doesn’t like to sleep at all! I headcanon that adult Alastor can go quite a while without much sleep (he doesn’t even seem to have a bed in his room? 🤣) so I think little Alastor would always hate being made to sleep, and I think his natural sleep pattern is more like a deer, where he doesn’t/can’t sleep for long, continuous intervals, but rather catches a couple minutes to an hour of sleep at a time, and then is up again and causing trouble! For this reason he’s the most troublesome for Lucifer to deal with, as an Alastor left alone and awake before anyone else to cause mischief and get into things is a terrifying thought! Lucifer probably got so fed up with Alastor waking up after like an hour of sleep and running out of his room to get into trouble around the hotel while everyone else slept that he put an enchantment on Alastor’s room so that when he’s put to bed at say 10 PM, he can’t leave his room until 6 AM! But that went awry pretty fast when, after the maybe third day of this enchantment being in place, Alastor tried to leave his room, started to get increasingly upset and panicked when he couldn’t, and had a meltdown, and it was only after a few hours of this that Lucifer woke up with an urgent sort of sense in his being from the enchantment that he realized that maybe that wasn’t his best idea! And as he shuffled along to go try and comfort the feral little demon, he changed the enchantment to keep Alastor just on the same floor as everyone else until 6 AM! 🤣 Also, because Alastor usually refuses naps and doesn’t sleep long at night, will end up getting sleep deprived and cranky pretty easily and poor Lucifer has to deal with it as best he can and has to try so hard to get this kid to sleep for longer than an hour at a time! 🤣

I feel like Angel and Charlie typically enjoy nap time unless they’re in the middle of something fun and want to keep doing that instead! Angel loves being able to build little blanket and pillow nests for his naps and loves it when little Husk will curl up with him! Charlie loves to cuddle up to her dad or Vaggie or really anyone and everyone for her naps too! Truly, she and Vaggie are old enough that they don’t *need* naps like the little ones, but especially if Charlie was too energetic to fall asleep right away and if Vaggie had nightmares, then naps do them good anyway!

As for sleep schedules, Lucifer tries to get Husk and Niffty tucked into bed by 8-9 PM, and they tend to sleep through the night pretty well when they don’t have nightmares or bathroom concerns, but Niffty tends to wake up early, which Lucifer, professional late-sleeper and bedrotter, has to really try hard to adjust to and accommodate! 🤣 Niffty, for being a baby, really doesn’t cry much at all, so at least he’s not waking to a wailing child, but he’s got to tend to her first thing in the morning, usually! Husk sleeps a lot and tends to sleep later than all of the other kiddos, so after Lucifer gets Niffty she just checks on Husk to make sure he’s okay and lets him sleep! The rest of the kiddos have a bedtime of 10, but getting each of them to stop what they’re doing and get them all tucked in with their various routines is quite the challenge!

For Alastor, at least a first, he tends to just scoop him up, trying to avoid the teeth and claws, and dumps him into bed, telling him to go to sleep before going off to collect another kiddo!

Angel, being such a people-pleaser, tends to not protest bedtime much, and just wants Luci to tuck him in and kiss him on the head before he goes to sleep!

Lucifer sends Charlie and Vaggie to bed together, and it’s always Charlie who whines and protests while Vaggie quietly complies! He tucks them in with a story and a song and they’re asleep before he finishes!

Several times throughout the process of tucking kiddos in, Alastor manages to get out of bed and run around the floor, and Lucifer has to periodically scoop him back up and put him to bed! I think overtime their relationship would improve and they would start to get along better and Lucifer would eventually, likely with some help from Rosie, find ways to get Alastor to trust him more and to sleep for longer and get better rest! 😆

[nowoyas]

vespertine: evening blooms 6 - sisters (nishinoya yuu/cat hybrid!reader)

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A/N: I think I'm just about in a place with this fic where I can increase to biweekly updates. I don't wanna jinx it, but also, the next chapter is almost ready, and I know where the plot's going finally. here's hoping!

Summary: You meet the cat that saved your life.

Warnings and Tags: blanket series warnings

Words: ~2500

You wrinkle your nose into the night air. It's wet outside. You'd thought earlier that it might have been raining, and now you're sure of it—the air chokes you, almost as bad as the knowledge that you can't bolt down that alleyway to get away from Noya.

He promised you that this was better for you. You don't have a where to go—you used to have a little nest with a friend, but you haven't seen her in ages now. She'd disappeared one day, leaving you behind. You're not keen on going back to your place, not that you'd know how to get back there, now. There was a bridge. You had a good blanket. You have no idea where it is from here.

So it's better. So it has to be better. Even if you don't understand how you got here. Even if you don't understand why someone had to make you hurt.

"Usually, I wait right here for Mama Kitty. She comes pretty quick at the smell of food, and she doesn't like it if I head further into the alleyway where the kittens are, so this is as far as I go." Noya sits on the step, gesturing to you with the plate of whatever can of something he brought for Mama Kitty.

You sit down next to him with a thump and a wince. The concrete digs into the backs of your thighs. You used to have clothes that covered all the way down your legs, and they were warmer and made it more comfortable when you sat like this, but they disappeared when you were taken. You shift and shuffle on the step, waiting for Mama Kitty.

She doesn't come right away, but you can almost hear her and the kittens around the corner behind the dumpster. You let out a quiet mrrp? into the darkness and are met with a hoarse nyeaugh echo in reply. Moments later—the foretold Mama Kitty. You recognize her scent, and she seems to recognize you. She stops short of Noya and the plate of food to regard you curiously.

She knows and trusts you. After a moment, she bounds onto your lap to sniff you more closely, the wet of her nose prodding over your Wounds. She wants to know if you're okay, if Noya is being good to you.

You nod a little, tail flicking as you watch her. He's fine. I don't know if I trust him.

She doesn't seem to think that should be a concern. He's taken good care of her, listens to set boundaries. He doesn't understand cats, but he tries, and most humans don't, really. The loud is nothing compared to the fact that he tries.

Your eyes flick to a movement from her alleyway—the area smells deeply of her, now that you can connect the scent to Mama Kitty and to the ones that clung to Noya before. You jerk your chin to the movement—Mama Kitty turns, but does nothing to stop her approaching kitten, even when it heads straight for Noya.

She hops off your lap, turns to her food. She's having trouble getting enough for herself without Noya's help—the kittens are getting older, and hungrier, and soon, they will be too old for milk to be of any use, and she doesn't know that the food Noya brings will help.

"Do you only feed Mama Kitty?" you ask quietly.

Noya tilts his head. "What do you mean?" He's keeping his hands up, firmly away from the exploring kitten currently climbing his pant leg.

"The, um, the kittens. Mama Kitty is grateful for all that you do for her, but the kittens aren't going to be taking milk much longer. I think they could probably get by on hunting, but this doesn't seem like a very good area for it if you aren't good at birds. They won't be good at birds for a while. Birds are hard."

"Oh. I can feed them, too, I don't mind. Kaede said they should be taking milk still, so I hadn't thought about it. That, and Mama Kitty only recently started letting me get anywhere near the babies."

Nyaughhhh.

"She'd appreciate that, but wonders if that's, um… if you can keep that up and take care of me at the same time."

"What? Of course I can. Mei pays most of the rent. She says it's her paying me for housesitting so much."

"Um… housesitting?"

"Right. Add it to the list."

There's so much you don't know about humans. You don't like how that feels.

Noya laughs. "What are you getting mad over? Your ears are doing the thing. Is it because I'm talking about rent again?"

"No," you grumble. "I just don't like not knowing things."

"Hey, it's no big deal. We'll teach you, alright? I'm sure you'll get it in no time."

You shrug, which seems to be a language he understands. "Do I have to be with you if I wanna see Mama Kitty?"

"What, you don't like spending time with me?" He flashes a smile, one that doesn't seem to fit him. "Aw, Kitty-cat—"

"You said you have to go to job sometimes, right? What if I wanna see her while you're at the job?"

He hums thoughtfully, unfazed at your interruption. "We have a spare apartment key. I could show you how to get in and out if you promise not to lose it and promise to come back."

"I'll come back. I don't know where else to go."

"You promise?"

Unbidden, your eyes flick to Mama Kitty. She trusts him, she's fine with the kitten that has made its way up to his chest, and she's not even ready to attack him when he brings up a hand to support it. The… apartment is warm and dry, except for the Wet Box, and you have your little cave to hide out in. Noya promises food, and apparently, people can't just walk in and out, so people can't easily hurt you. It's defensible. Safe.

"Okay."

"You gotta say 'I promise', Kitty-cat. It doesn't count if you just say okay."

You raise an eyebrow. "Okay. I promise. Is that good?"

He nods, satisfied with himself. "That's good. When we're done out here, we can head upstairs and I'll show you."

You sit outside together for a little longer, the step digging into your thighs, the other kittens eventually coming out to investigate the two of you with Mama Kitty's blessing. As you enjoy the night air—the smells, the sounds, the feel of the cooling air on your face—Noya assaults you with name suggestions, all of them bad.

"Stick around and we'll figure out a name for you someday, Kitty-cat," he tells you with narrowed eyes. You… think he's being playful? "Just you wait."

"Keep looking, Noya."

~

Eventually, Yuu has to go back to work, which means leaving you alone for multiple unattended hours. He thought about leaving you notes in case you needed him, but you can't read, so that fell through almost immediately. Instead, a walkthrough—this is where the key is if you want to go visit Mama Kitty, don't talk to strangers except maybe the neighbors, don't stray too far, don't leave the alleyway, if you want food, anything with a sticky note on it should be safe for you to eat. If you eat something and it makes you feel bad, the neighbors said it's okay if you talk to them, so he shows you which door to knock on if something goes wrong and you need help.

He wonders, vaguely, if this is how his family feels about him—the worry, the lack of communication from his end, the complete lack of a guarantee that he's even surviving except the general assurance that he'll still be in the apartment or at work when they check.

Still, he's not sure he's done enough to prepare you for him going off to work. Especially not when he steps out of the bathroom to find you staring at him with a puffed-up tail and airplane ears.

"What?" he laughs.

"You smell spicier than usual."

"You don't like my cologne?"

"It's not bad, but it's real sharp. Why do you smell so sharp? It hurts my nose. And your hair looks weird and has a different, bad, spicy. And your clothes are different. And—"

"Okay, okay, I get it, you don't like my work uniform."

"Uniform?" You frown, ears shifting a little. He's not sure what, exactly, that means, but it looks less like upset. "I didn't really understand it when you said you don't re-cog-nize the person you are when you're at job, but… I think I kinda get it. I don't really recognize you either."

He'd be lying if he said the words didn't follow him—down the stairs, on his bike, flying down the roads to Nakamura's. In the changing room, smoothing himself down so that Yuta can take over for the night, staring into the mirror all over again—I don't recognize you, either.

~

You're bored.

Noya left years ago. You can't figure out how to make the picture thing go. You ate. You've made sure every hair on your ears and tail is in place. You stared out the window for hours, watching the street below. What you're sure of is that you don't recognize any of this place, let alone from above—you're so high up, and there's so much happening down below.

Especially compared to here. The apartment is dead-quiet. You've paced its length more times than you can count, explored every room. You've stood in the Wet Box room, in front of your reflection, and held up your shirt, staring at the healing Wounds on your stomach until your chest hurt. Then, at your ear—drooped with your mood—and the missing tip.

Eventually, you can't bear to look anymore. You wander out of the Wet Box room, into the room Noya sometimes sleeps in. There's two of these rooms with beds—real beds—but you can tell which one is his from the scent that clings to the sheets. The scent in the other room is different, unfamiliar—it doesn't belong to Noya, by any stretch, and reminds you faintly of the first soapy thing he wanted you to sniff when he first washed you. Flowery. Weird.

After you've run out of ways to entertain yourself, you're left with no choice but to investigate the Real Beds. Of course, you stick to the one that smells familiar. It's soft, unbelievably soft, and the blankets are even nicer than the ones in your tent. You let the warmth and softness and scent envelop you, and no one can blame you when you fall asleep there.

~

Mei did not have a good flight.

The plane stayed in the air when it was supposed to, and landed a bit later. She knew that Yuu wouldn't be available to pick her up from the airport or help with her bags, but that was fine—Satsuki and Kaede agreed to come, to make a girls' night dinner out of it. But she has a headache that's persisted since before she got on the plane, she could barely sleep, and no thanks to the child crying three rows down for help with either of those things.

No, that's not fair. It wasn't the poor kid's fault.

Still, it didn't help, and she's not convinced she's going to be a great host or conversation partner tonight.

Dinner is nice, at least. She gets pasta, loads up on carbs like she hasn't spent the week eating way too much in Hawaii. She lets Satsuki and Kaede steer the conversation, and then, they head back to the apartment, where they'll sleep on the floor like they're teenagers again, back in Mom's house, back when things were so much harder but they had each other close by, regretting it when they all wake up sore in the morning and her back aches over the stove.

That had been the plan, anyway—come home, change out, go to bed to sleep off the headache, the backache, the day's aches.

So why, she has to ask, has Yuu put up a tent in the living room?

"Oh, god, he didn't tell you about her?" Kaede's eyes widen when Mei voices the question.

"Her?"

"Yeah. The hybrid? Yuu found a hybrid in the alleyway the night you left for Hawaii. She was apparently hurt pretty bad. I hooked him up with that guy I dated in vet school."

"No, he didn't tell me anything about a hybrid!" She racks her brain. "Wait. Oh my god. He was asking me what I know about them the other day, though."

Satsuki sighs. "He probably forgot to actually tell you about her. That's about typical."

"I… I'm too tired to process this. Is she… here?"

"I mean, the tent is a good sign. He probably set that up to give her her own space. And—"

From the other room down the hall, a distinct thump.

There you are.

~

There are strangers in the apartment.

Noya told you this couldn't happen, but there's three of them near your cave, talking to each other. He said people couldn't just come in without special tools, like the little metal key he showed you how to use.

Noya lied to you again.

Worse, you're in his room. You don't know how to get out the windows, and the only way out that won't be blocked by the strangers is into the Wet Box room or into a better cave than your tent—bigger, more solid, large enough to stand and move around in, but with only the one exit.

…the cave might be your way to hide. When you got off the bed, your foot caught on the blanket and you slipped. You heard them stop talking, hear their footsteps approaching now. You can't lie on your stomach because of the Wounds, so you can't hide underneath the bed.

Into the cave it is.

You bolt inside, pull the door shut behind you. The cave is messy, lined with his clothes hanging around the walls, but it's cozy, and more importantly, you can get into the right position if you need to pounce.

The door to Noya's room opens with a creak.

"Hello?" a voice calls, quiet and feminine. Gentle, maybe. The footsteps enter the room.

You hold perfectly, perfectly still.

"Are you here, kitty?"

You're not here. You're not here. If she tries to make you be here, you'll fight her. You'll win.

Another set of footsteps. Whispering you're probably not meant to hear. "We'll just sleep in the living room. It's not like she can get out."

The footsteps retreat. The door closes. You settle in for a long night.

Come home, Noya.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @staygoldsquatchling02

[bethanydelleman]

How do you think each Austen heroine would react to getting a dragon?

This is not exactly what you asked for but this is what you are going to get:

When Fanny Price found a dragon's egg in the shrubbery of Mansfield Park, she was surprised. Dragon's eggs were said to only appear to the truly pure of heart; she did not consider herself to be particularly virtuous. Especially not now, she had frequently found herself extremely and unforgivably jealous. Yet it must be a dragon's egg, it was hot to the touch though no mother was there to warm it. It was dark green and felt like a smooth stone. She knew it was unbreakable and could only be hatched in a fire.

Her room had no fire.

She went up to the East Room and tried to decide what to do. Only the pure of heart could find a dragon's egg, but anyone could raise it. She could sell the dragon. It would be enough money to change her entire family's lives. They were found so rarely, she had read that the Prince Regent had paid over £100,000 for his dragon. Could she really be so selfish as to keep it?

And yet...

Was it really right to sell such a precious gift? Dragons, once full grown, were incredibly powerful. Once she decided to sell it, how could she ensure that it fell into the right hands? She felt in her heart that she ought to keep the gift that was given. The dragon had come to her, it must have come for a reason.

She knew that once it was hatched, it would pair with the first human it saw forever. Dragons died with their paired human. Once it was hers, there was no going back.

Ignoring the fact that she was a poor dependent who had no right to incur further expenses and telling herself that it would be easy to feed the dragon while it stayed small; she came up with a plan. She gathered wood from the forest, she took coals from another room during the night, and she lit the fire in the East Room.

The next morning, Fanny had a dragon. She named her Geranium.

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"Fanny, where are you sneaking off to?" Mrs. Norris demanded, "The roses must be cut, they are in full bloom."

"I will return presently," Fanny said, hiding the cold meat she had taken at breakfast, "I need to water my geraniums."

Mrs. Norris suffered her to go, muttering about why a girl like Fanny should even have geraniums and the great indulgence to her that was the East Room. One listening might have thought it was the best room in the house, instead of an unused former schoolroom that Fanny had made into a small nest of comforts.

Fanny nearly ran up the stairs, Geranium was waiting for her, dark green, with folded scaled wings, and about the size of a small dog. She nestled close to her owner and gulped down her breakfast.

"I need to find a way to buy meat myself," Fanny said softly as she pet Geranium, "but I have nothing to sell and almost no money."

She looked at the work boxes that Tom had purchased her over the years. She had too many, but how to sell them? And would not Tom be insulted if he knew she had sold his gifts? She shook her head. Someday she would find a way to pay Sir Thomas back for what she had taken to feed her precious dragon. She did not guess that the small amount of food she had taken was not even noticed by the family.

"We cannot go out together today, little one," she said, "aunt Norris wants me to cut the roses. Tomorrow I hope. The mare has gotten used to you now."

Geranium seemed to understand, she curled herself up on the empty fire grate and fell asleep.

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Geranium had been trained since birth to hide in the chimney whenever anyone knocked on the door. Fanny was always anxious that the dragon would be noticed. Once she grew too big, what would Fanny do then? Fanny tried not to think about it, for she had no answer.

There was a knock at the door, Miss Crawford entered.

“Am I right? Yes; this is the East room. My dear Miss Price, I beg your pardon, but I have made my way to you on purpose to entreat your help.”

Fanny, quite surprised, endeavoured to shew herself mistress of the room by her civilities, and looked at the bright bars of her empty grate with concern. Geranium was out of sight; she was safe.

“Thank you; I am quite warm, very warm..." Mary stopped and stared at the fireplace. Her script falling from her hands. "Is that a dragon? Miss Price, do you own a dragon?"

Fanny glanced back in horror. Geranium was peeking out, upside down from the top of the fireplace. Her deep green scales plainly visible against the light grey stones. "Yes, I do," she said honestly. Understanding this as encouragement, Geranium leapt out of the fireplace and flew into Fanny's arms.

"She is so young," Mary said, petting Geranium tentatively. The little dragon, cat-like, happily thrust her head closer to Mary's hand and let out a small appreciative sigh of fire, which fortunately Mary was prepared to dodge.

"Have you seen a dragon before?" Fanny asked.

"Yes, many of them. There are a fair number of admirals with dragons. My uncle was always disappointed that he never managed to purchase one. I even met the Crofts and their dragons once. I am sure you have heard of them?"

"My brother William met them, both Admiral Croft and his wife found their dragon eggs if I remember correctly. He said they always travel together."

"Yes, and my uncle wishes he could have had a share of their honour and prize money," Mary said dryly, "but why is she hidden in here?"

Fanny was uncertain of what to say, she still was not entirely sure that she had been right to keep the dragon. "I only found her recently," she said at last.

"If I found a dragon...," Mary said wistfully, "Well I'd hardly keep her hidden. She'll grow quickly enough, you know."

Fanny nodded sadly, "I have no notion of what I will do then," she admitted.

"Why not tell your uncle?" Mary asked, "Fanny, to be the owner of a dragon, that is far better than my twenty-thousand pounds. You could marry a peer!"

"I would not wish to marry for control of my dragon. It is wrong to marry without love," Fanny said softly.

Mary remained mesmerized by the little creature, she had quite forgotten why she came up in the first place. A knock at the door roused them both. Geranium fled back up the into the chimney and Fanny welcomed in Edmund. He had come to practice Act III with Miss Crawford.

"Let us go downstairs to read it," Mary said, with a wink at Miss Price.

Fanny looked at her with imploring eyes, Mary took her hand before quitting the room and whispered to her, "Your secret is safe with me."

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Mary did intend to be the soul of discretion, however she considered Henry to be just as trustworthy as herself and as he was her dear brother, he must be told.

"Did you know that Miss Price has a dragon?" she said when they were walking to the great house, the day they were meant to practice the first three acts.

"Miss Price? What do you mean?"

"The dragon is hidden in her room," Mary said, "And a very young dragon, she must have been hatched recently."

Henry only said, "There is far more to that girl than meets the eye."

Then they arrived for the rehearsal, but Sir Thomas spoiled all their plans.

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Henry Crawford did not leave Mansfield, but his manner towards Maria became so indifferent that she was forced, in only a few days, to acknowledge that all her hopes had been in vain. His attention was now focused on their cousin, a circumstance which Maria and Julia could not determine if it was was more strange or vexing.

Maria accepted an early wedding date with Rushworth to escape her mortification and Julia accompanied her to Brighton, after a few final attempts at enticing Mr. Crawford. They were both jealous of Fanny. It was a jealousy that neither of the sisters ever thought they would feel towards their cousin. If they had only known all!

Mr. Crawford was not a mercenary man despite his other faults; his interest in Miss Price had at first been born of curiosity. Dragon eggs were so rarely discovered and he knew as well as anyone that they were only discovered by the pure of heart. He had never had the chance to observe someone like that up close; all the people he knew intimately who owned dragons had purchased them.

The more he came to know Miss Price, the more he appreciated her character, her morality, even her beauty. He wanted to marry her, and yet how could he be worthy of such a woman? She was perfection. And she had a dragon.

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Fanny had not seen William for nearly eight years, she was delighted beyond expression when he came to visit. It was not only for herself, she hoped that he would be able to advise her as to what she should do about Geranium.

The little dragon was growing quickly. It was fortunate that no one went to the East Room, because she no longer fit in the fireplace. Fanny now read curled up and warm, nestled with her sofa-sized dragon whenever she had a moment to herself. Geranium barely fit out the window to hunt for dinner on Sir Thomas's lands. Fanny felt her debt, but what could she do? One day she would repay her uncle for his lost game.

William was the one she finally told about her good fortune. And he had a plan. Unfortunately, before Fanny had worked up the courage to tell her uncle about their notions, Mr. Crawford proposed.

Fanny refused and in so doing, Sir Thomas learned of his niece's good fortune.

Fanny and William left Mansfield together. The newly promoted Captain Price and his dragon-wielding sister joined the West Africa Squadron and spent the rest of their days freeing slaves and burning slave traders to a crisp. Neither of them ever married, but they were always happy together.

Edmund married Mary Crawford and was unhappy because he had been far too blind to realize that they were not very compatible.

Maria didn't elope away from her husband, something she kind of regrets because he's the worst.

Julia married someone other than Yates, trading on her famous cousin.

The Prices were eventually as rich as lords with all of Fanny and William's prize money.

One day Mrs. Norris was incinerated. No one knows who did it.

Henry Crawford was so struck by Fanny Price that he became pure enough of heart that he found his own dragon, but that is another story...

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Bonus: Newspaper headline reading, Man Consumed by Flames Outside London Party, Unknown Dragon Owner Suspected.

Mr. John Willoughby of Combe Magna....

[tired-of-being-nice]

not allowed to die (+ i love you)

febuwhump day 29!!!!!! we made it guys!!!! this is a combo of the actual prompt (not allowed to die) and an alt prompt (i love you), and oh boy, i've been planning it out for a LONG time >:D let's go!

content: some questionably healthy relationships, sickfic, fever specifically, mentions of death

Ray brings them towels, which Milo is disgustingly grateful for—it's a good thing Ray has so many favors to pay back, they have to keep reminding themself, or they'd owe her after all this.

But it's nice to no longer feel quite so much like a miserable wet cat, and they and Ray conduct in whispers a negotiation of the exact terms of this. Much of their relationship, really, has been built off of owed favors and transactions—it is precisely this that made Milo go to Ray first. They know that she will keep her end of a bargain and not try to find a way to screw them over with it, and in this way Ray is the closest thing Milo has to a friend.

The upshot of the negotiation is that Ray goes to get blankets and an Advil, and they bundle up Coren in the blankets and wake it up enough to convince it to take the Advil, and then they sit there for a long time. Ray actually gets out a book and starts reading. Coren dozes. Milo tries very, very hard not to doze off as well.

"I'm gonna go make myself something," Ray announces abruptly. "Should I make you something, too? Some soup?"

Milo would really, really like that, but they only have so many favors left, and they don't want it to swing the other way so they owe Ray. They shake their head.

Ray nods in understanding and goes over towards the kitchen. Milo sits. Glances over at Coren, cozy in its blanket nest. Looks down at their hands. Looks back to Coren.

Ah, fuck it. They peel back a few layers of blanket and tuck themself in next to Coren. It's still pretty out of it, but it doesn't seem to mind. It makes a pleased chirping noise and flops over on Milo.

Milo knows it's not exactly a good thing to do—it's actually probably really fucked up, they observe distantly, to use the shell of your former friend for heating. But fuck, they dragged it all the way here, and it was the kind of cold out that sinks into your bones and makes you think you'll never get warm again, and Coren always ran warm and with the fever they're even more so (and that's fucked up too, come on Milo they're literally sick and you're just– what are you doing) but it's too late, so there, Milo's done many bad things over the years and comparatively speaking this isn't much worse.

Coren is so warm. The warmth is slowly creeping back into Milo's skin, and their breathing is slow and even, and if Milo closes their eyes they can almost pretend they're back before any of this happened, that they're safe and warm on Coren's old couch and they're going to watch a movie.

(Not quite. Not exactly the same. Coren smells like blood and antiseptic, not like comfort and coffee, and it's so thin—god, don't they ever feed it over there? Milo hugs it closer, all the same. Close enough.)

"Coren," Milo whispers. "You in there? At all? Anything left?"

Coren doesn't respond.

"Coren," Milo says, now with a sense of urgency pressing at their throat, "please, even if you don't know me anymore, just– fuck, don't die on me, okay? You are not allowed to die on me. I'm forbidding it, it's forbidden. You will not die. Understand?"

Coren stirs a little, which startles Milo– they mean to actually wake it. "Mmm. Miley?"

Milo feels a jolt of shock run through their body. Coren hasn't called them that in years, are they dreaming or did it really just—

"Mileyyy," Coren repeats, sleepy grin spreading across its face. It bats a hand roughly in their direction. "What'dja say?"

Milo has to take a second to steady themself before they can respond. "Just– that– um. That you're not allowed to die."

"Oh," Coren says, blinking one eye slowly open and then closed again. "Mmokay. I'll do my best." It yawns, head lolling to the side. "I love youuu."

Milo feels like their insides have turned to ice. There's a faint humming in their ears, and they half-feel themself gently brush a strand of hair away from Coren's face.

"No you don't, Coren," Milo says gently. "That's just the fever talking. Go back to sleep, okay?"

Coren frowns. "But–"

"Shhh," Milo says, running their hands through its hair, and Coren sighs and relaxes into their touch, falling quickly back asleep.

Milo wishes they could do the same.

taglist: @whumpsoda!

[thebeckster]

May 2024 Casual Prompt Fill

Didn't think I was going to have anything for the prompts this month over at @love-bokumono-fics, nothing really struck a note of inspiration this month. But I was looking at the choices again tonight and suddenly had an idea. So I spent 30 minutes putting this down on paper.

It's an alternate prompt, using Livestock rather than the winning choice of Rarepairs. I've been itching over the last couple days to start up a new file on a farm sim just to have the fun experience of starting anew. I might have to boot up another FoMT file tomorrow, because writing this fic did not scratch that itch entirely lol

You can read the fic on AO3, but since it's pretty short, the whole thing is here too. Enjoy!

A New Friend

Pete had been waiting for this day all his life. Or it felt like it. Really just in the last couple weeks had the idle daydream had a chance of becoming reality.

Today he was going to buy a chicken!

Most people wouldn’t see such an occasion as something so monumental, but for a fledgling farmer it was a significant milestone. Ever since moving onto the farm, he’s scrimped and saved every spare penny into an old pickle jar which he’d labeled confidently as his “Livestock Fund.” And he had just enough saved up for a chicken and some feed.

He’d put blood, sweat, and tears into repairing the ramshackle chicken coop on the property, sealing up the walls to keep his future hens safe and snug, salvaging and repairing the nesting boxes and feed silo, he’s even built a fenced in little yard for them to scratch around in and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine on nice days.

Rick had been by yesterday to inspect Pete’s work on the coop, and it had passed his inspection. So as soon as the Poultry Shop opened, Pete was going to walk in and ask Lilia for their finest hen.

Pete looked around his farm, still rather raggedy looking, clearing out all of the weeds and debris after so many neglected years was a harder job than he anticipated, but he could see its potential so clearly in his mind’s eye. Acres of lush crops, wide pastures with a variety of livestock happily grazing, the contended cluck of chickens scratching for bugs to eat.

A farm just wasn’t a farm without animals.

Sure Pete had his dog, the happy little puppy he’d adopted when he moved in was going to grow to be a fine farm dog. But he needed more than a pet companion. If his farm was going to be successful, he needed livestock. Cows and sheep seemed pretty complicated for a brand new farmer, but a chicken seemed to be perfectly on his level. He’d read every book on chickens the library had. He was so ready for this!

The morning seemed to crawl by as Pete did his chores, watering the plots of crops he had planted, clearing out the few weeds that were stubbornly trying to grow back in the tilled soil, picking what forage he could from the mountain. Every penny mattered, and while he knew the chicken was going to help him make more money, he also knew he was taking on another mouth to feed.

Finally the time came for the store to open and Pete hurried, though he tried not to run, to the neighboring farm. Brimming with excitement, he strode through the doors, slammed his money on the counter and proclaimed, “Lillia, your finest hen please!”

The shopkeeper laughed kindly at the display and pulled a small cage out from behind the counter. “Popuri picked her out just for you. She said the two of you would be a perfect match.”

Pete beamed at the bird, she was beautiful. Snowy white feathers, little red face, bright black eyes, yellow beak and feet. She seemed mildly disgruntled, ruffling her feathers at the cage and glaring suspiciously at Pete. When he peered closer she shook herself and made a few low, disapproving clucks.

“She’s perfect! Has she got a name?”

“You have the honor of naming her. She’s just gotten old enough to begin laying, but it might take her a few days to settle in. Once she’s happy and comfortable in her new home she should be a wonderful addition to your farm. Her mother is a prodigious layer, so you’ll have plenty of eggs to sell and eat soon enough.”

“Then I’ll have to think up a good name for her. Something that suits her.”

Still smiling, Lillia began counting Pete’s money. “Take your time and let her personality come out. She’s just been called ‘hey chicken’ while she’s been with us. We usually wait til they’re grown before naming them. Saves us from having a chicken named Sweetpea with the personality of an angry demon. Now you’ll be wanting some feed too? I’ll send Rick over with it later.” She closed the till and wrote out a receipt for Pete and a small pouch of feed. “Now you take your new friend home and get her settled, having a snack will help her feel at home in the new coop. And don’t forget, if you have any questions or concerns, we’re here for all your poultry needs!”

With a cheerful wave, she sent Pete out the door. As he walked, he held the cage close to his chest, looking down at his new chicken more than the road in front of him. She continued clucking softly, as if commenting on the scenery or conversing with Pete all the way back.

“You are chatty,” Pete laughed as he stepped onto his farm. “Maybe Cathy? Hmm… no. Well, we’re here. Take a look around at your new home.” And he held the cage out for the chicken to see. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but I have plans for it, and you’re going to help me make them come true.”

He carried the chicken to the coop and opened the cage for her. He waited excitedly for her to step out on her own and begin looking around. She was slow and hesitant at first, taking cautious steps around the coop, she flinched every time Pete moved, fluttering away with an alarmed squawk, but she became braver when he tipped some of the feed out for her to eat. When she ate what he’d given her she looked at him expectantly. With a laugh, he tipped some of the feed into his palm.

The hen didn’t waste much time approaching him and inspecting the food in his hand, and when she decided he was safe she happily ate.

When she had finished her snack, Pete opened the door which led to the fenced in enclosure he’d built. She was quite happy to have the sunshine and fresh air available to her and moved quickly into the yard. Pete watched her inspect every corner and scratch around, and when he was content that she couldn’t break through the fence, he let her be and returned to his work.

He worked in the fields closest to the coop, so he could keep half an eye on his new chicken while he cleared out more debris. His dog came over to investigate the new addition and Pete had a very serious talk with the puppy that the chicken here was a friend, not food. It was his dog’s job to protect their friends, not scare them. And the puppy seemed to understand, or perhaps he just had gained a healthy respect for the chicken already. She had squawked and pecked at his nose when he came sniffing around her fence.

All the while Pete worked the chicken chattered. Maybe she just missed the noise of the other chickens at the poultry farm, or maybe she just liked hearing herself talk. Pete entertained himself with the idea that the chicken was commenting on his work, complimenting his technique with the scythe, criticizing him for not giving her the worms he uncovered when he moved a rock. Once, he was certain she actually laughed at him when he’d misjudged how robust an old stump was and ended up getting his axe stuck in the wood. He’d managed to get it unstuck with no small amount of effort, and all the while he struggled the chicken clucked and clucked.

“You never stop talking, do you?” Pete panted, sitting on the ground next to the fence and wiping sweat from his brow. “Got a lot to say. Like my very own peanut gallery. Hey!” He perked up. “That’s a good name for you, Peanut. What do you think? Cluck once for yes and twice for no.”

The chicken stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought. Then she jerked her head in what almost looked like a nod and clucked once.

“Peanut is it.” He reached through the fence and brushed a couple fingers over Peanut’s feathered head. “Welcome to the farm, Peanut old girl. You and me are going to be good friends. I can tell.”

Peanut pecked at his fingers in annoyance, and stalked out of reach ruffling her feathers.

Pete chuckled and flopped back into the grass. “Start of a beautiful friendship.”

[animeomegas]

MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

���Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 128: Snake

"Woah," Harry said, jumping between Draco and the 35 foot Antipodean Opaleye that was rearing up her head preparing to protect her young. He let out a stream of parsletongue as he held out a hand to calm her.

And Draco watched with fascination, as he always did, at the way the dragon seemed to understand the other man even though Harry couldn't understand them.

"Show off," he teased when the dragon turned and made her way back to her nest.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Maybe don't go traipsing over to her newborn hatchlings."

"I can't help it," Draco said, craning his neck to get another peek, "They're just so cute."

The other man shook his head but Draco knew that he agreed, in the weeks to come Harry would spend more time cooing over the babies than Draco did just the way he did every time they came here for hatching season. "We should head back," Harry said, "the sun's on it's way back down."

"We still haven't seen dad, though," Draco said, searching the horizon once more for the smaller, faster Opaleye that ought to be coming back with food.

Harry sighed, "I know," he said as he started packing his bag, hissing a quick warning at Zephyr who was sunbathing on the rock next to his bag and holding out a hand for her to slither into.

"It's not enough that you have the giant snakes," he said, nodding at the dragons, "you have to bring the miniature one, too?" Draco asked as the rainbow boa slipped up Harry arm to drape around his neck.

"You know how she gets when we leave her behind in the tent," he said as he slipped the bag over his shoulders, "and she's hardly miniature," he added as they started the climb back down to where they'd pitched their tent.

(Read more below the cut)

"I'm worried about the muggle farmers," Draco said as he looked out over the rolling farm land, not far from here, where unsuspecting sheep and cows were grazing.

Harry nodded, "I know but that's why we're here, if they see anything we'll wipe their memories."

"We had to do it half a dozen times last year," he complained.

"It's not the dragons' fault that those stupid sheep are such easy prey."

Draco steadied Harry as a rock slipped out from under him, "You were supposed to talk to them."

"I did!" he protested. "Bill thinks that I can just tell them anything but they only understand like half of what I say."

"I know," Draco replied as they made it back to their camp and headed into the tent to clean up.

"Besides," Harry added, "He knows he's got to find food and the pickings are slim. Otherwise we wouldn't be this far north."

Draco collapsed into one of the cushioned chairs that they always brought with them and Zephyr slid down Harry's body and made her way over to Draco instead, curling around his neck. "Gentle," he chastised her as she wrapped tighter.

Harry glanced up from where he was unpacking their bag and hissed at her and she loosened her grip around his neck. "You're doing better with that," he commented.

He rolled his eyes as she bumped her head against his chin, "You know, oddly enough, when you suggested we get a pet I wasn't imagining that we'd get a five foot long rainbow boa that likes to try to strangle me."

"She's not trying to strangle you," Harry said as he went to see what they had in the pantry to make up for dinner, "She's just cold."

He hummed noncommittally, "I was imagining a crup," he added.

"But she's a delight," Harry said, "And they were going to kill her."

Draco sighed, "I know. And she is usually nice."

"And our flat is tiny," the other man added as he huffed a laugh, "I think it's sandwiches for dinner," Harry said.

"Alright."

Harry made up sandwiches and put some crisps on their plates, carrying one over to Draco. "You know what might work for keeping the dragons from getting after Muggle sheep?"

"What?" Draco asked through a bite of sandwich.

"If we had a wizarding sheep farm closer to here. Then they'd raise the sheep specifically for hatching season, let the dragons hunt the sheep and then go on their merry way."

"Right," Draco said, agreeing that it would make everything easier and cause a lot less hassle with trying to obliterate people. "That's a good idea but who in their right mind would want to live on a sheep farm?"

Harry shrugged, "Well whoever it was would have lots of room for a crup or a dog."

Draco paused, sandwich halfway to his mouth, "You can't be serious."

When Harry didn't say anything Draco continued.

"You want us to come and live in the middle of nowhere?" he asked. "To raise sheep?" he added incredulously.

"No," Harry said, "No, of course not. You're right-"

"Harry, I-"

He shook his head, "Forget it. Forget I said anything, yeah?"

"Wait," Draco said. "Just," he shook his head and Zephyr reached toward Harry, her neck stretching out a good seven inches until Harry held out his arm for her to wrap around. "I need a second to get my head around it."

Harry stroked his fingers over her smooth head and waited patiently.

"So, in this scenario we'd live here year round?"

He nodded, "But it would be easy to get a port key license."

"And we'd live in what?"

A soft, wistful expression slipped across Harry's face. "A cozy little cottage with a fireplace that Zephyr can curl up near and where we can warm up after a morning outside feeding the goats and the sheep. The bathroom would have a big claw foot tub big enough for two. And we'd have a cozy afghan that Molly knit for us to drape over the back of the couch. You'd wear cozy cable knit jumpers and wellies from the beginning of autumn through the spring."

"What else?"

Harry gave him a little smile, "We'd shear the sheep ourselves in the spring and learn how to convert it into yarn so Molly can make you more jumpers and make us more afghans."

"Is that all?" he asked.

His partner shook his head, "I'd learn to make stew and shepherds pie, all of the hot comfort dishes around here. And in the summer we'd grow a garden with vegetables and fruits." His toe brushed over Draco's as he continued, "You'd wear one of those giant sunhats to keep yourself from burning. Maybe we'd get some chickens, too."

"It sounds sort of nice when you put it that way," he confessed.

"Doesn't it?"

He thought for a long moment, "Then lets do it."

"Really?" Harry asked, perking up at the possible yes.

"Yeah," Draco answered, smiling at him, heart warming in his chest at the smile on Harry's face. "Why not? If we're terrible at it, we can always quit."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

Harry sprung up from his chair and moved to straddle Draco's lap, pressing his lips to Draco's. "You're the best."

"I know," he replied with a laugh as he leaned up to meet Harry's kiss. "What have we got to lose?"

And the truth was that they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. They lived out the rest of their days tending sheep, and chickens, and dragons, and any other creature that wandered in.

It was nothing like Draco had expected when he was young and it was infinitely better.

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Day 127: Fake Dating | Day 129: Pangea

[highlifeboat]

Oh Look Part 2

Since at least one person wanted it, here's a part 2 to this angst. Alcina finds Bela, and feels guilty for yelling at her. (Hurt/Comfort time)

Alcina chased after Bela, her two younger daughters buzzing in swarms a little further ahead of her. She was still frustrated with the girl, but the longer they chased her the more it started to slowly melt into concern. She didn’t understand. What had changed in her sweet little Bela to make her lash out in such a way? Bela had always been a soft spoken child, with a rather troubled mind if she were honest, and her sudden shift in attitude had been a concern to her and her other two girls for some time. Cassandra and Daniela made jokes at first that their big sister was finally growing a backbone, but it became significantly less funny the longer it went on. She had gone from being rather calm and collected to being temperamental and on edge. She seemed shaky and tired, as if she wasn’t getting enough sleep, but every time Alcina tried to ask her about it Bela shut her out completely. It was rather disheartening, seeing her daughter’s health decline and not even knowing what was wrong to try and help.

Cassandra and Daniela suddenly came to a stop, each stumbling back from where the main entrance to the castle was. Alcina realized why when she felt the cool breeze drift in from outside, and her blood suddenly ran cold.

“Does she have a fucking death wish?” Cassandra hissed, and Alcina wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to that.

“Stay here.” She stated firmly as she pushed past them, rushing out into the night.

The wind felt harsh as she raced down the path from the castle, trying to listen for any sign of her eldest child. Surely she couldn’t have gotten far. “Bela!” She called, and her voice echoed back. “BELA!” She couldn’t bear the thought of one of her children catching their death to the elements. Not after so many years of watching them grow and shape into who they were. Not after the blood, sweat, and tears she put into raising them. Not after she’d said she was disappointed in them. Alcina pursed her lips. If she knew Bela was going to run off she wouldn’t have been so harsh. It was just a toxic mix of frustration and worry. She wanted her baby girl back. “Bela, please!”

A horrifying scream answered her, and Alcina’s pace increased tenfold. “MAMA!” It twisted her heart into a tight knot to hear such a screech come from her eldest daughter. She stopped at the edge of the vineyard, eyes quickly scanning the area until they landed on a shaking silhouette.

“Bela!” The closer she got to the girl, the more her heart sank. Bela had curled in on herself, her face hidden in her knees and claws sank into her skull, blood turning the roots of her blond hair a crimson red. Her skin was nearly as pale as the snow itself, and starting to crack. Alcina was almost afraid she would break if she touched her. Soft whimpers escaped the girl when Alcina knelt in front of her and pulled her into an embrace, hoping the shielding from the wind mixed with her own body heat would at least help somewhat in keeping her warm. Bela didn’t even stir, and she leaned against her mother like a lifeless corpse. “Hold on, little bug. You’re going to be fine.” Alcina muttered to her as she stood, beginning to rush back to the castle. At least now the wind was to her back and she could protect her child from the worst of it. “You’re going to be fine.”

She wasn’t sure if she was saying that for Bela’s sake or her own.

Alcina practically kicked open the door to the castle when she got back, startling her two younger daughters, who stared at her with wide eyes. The surprise quickly shifted to horror at the sight of their older sister. Before anything was said she was barking orders at them, telling them to find her the warmest blankets they could, and to be fast. Something she would normally get a maiden to do, but there wasn’t time to hunt the useless creatures down. Not with Bela so close to crumbling in her arms. Her daughters would be faster, anyway, rushing off in swarms as Alcina knelt in front of the fireplace and huddled with her eldest child.

She finally had a clear view of the cracks that had begun to decorate her daughter's exposed skin, and it brought her to tears. “Oh, Bela….” She gently pressed her forehead to the blonde’s, letting out a shaky breath. “My sweet, intelligent, beautiful, Bela…” What would she do if she was too late? If Bela turned to dust before her eyes? She would never forgive herself. “I’m so sorry….” She whispered. “You’re such a strong girl…” She wasn’t even sure if Bela could hear her. The girl’s body was limp, and the only indication that she wasn’t completely gone was that none of the damage seemed to be getting any worse.

That said, it didn’t seem to be getting much better, either.

“I love you.” Alcina told her, gently rubbing Bela’s arms and back in hopes of warming her up faster. “I love you… I love you.” She was met with silence, and she choked back a sob.

It felt like they were there for hours until the sound of her two younger daughters returning caught her attention. They can come running back, dumping two armfuls of blankets on the floor beside her. Alcina wasted no time in swaddling her daughter, wrapping her in the blankets as if she were a baby before going back to holding her tightly against her body. Cassandra and Daniela joined her, even if they didn’t give off the same warming effect as their mother. They stayed like that for most of the night, but Bela didn’t wake up.

The cracks in her body slowly healed, but her skin didn’t seem to regain any colour. Alcina moved the girl to her bedroom, providing extra blankets and anything else she could to keep the girl warm. She had tried to feed her, but Bela didn’t even stir at the smell of blood. A day passed, and she caught Daniela sitting by the bed and reading to her sister. Some poetry, it seemed, one of Bela’s favourites. Another day passed and she found Cassandra talking to the blonde. Apologizing. Saying she never meant anything by all the harsh words she’d said over the years. By the third day they were getting worried Bela would be stuck in comatose.

Then, on the fourth, while Alcina was sitting by her daughter’s bed, her younger two sleeping in a nest of blankets and pillows they had dragged into the room, Bela stirred. A small groan came from the blonde, catching her mother’s attention as she squinted open her good eye. It was silent for a moment as the girl seemed to be precessing where she was.

“M… Mama..?” She sounded so hoarse, but Alcina’s heart still swelled at hearing her voice.

“Bela….” She felt like she might cry, and pulled the girl into a tight hug. “My sweet girl. My little bug, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Mama…” Bela sniffled, returning the hug. “I’m sorry-I'm so sorry! I never meant-I didn’t-I don’t-” Alcina hushed her, gently petting the girl’s hair.

“No, little one, I’m sorry.” She retorted. “I never should have gotten so upset with you. I love you so, so much.”

“I-I love you, too. A-And I'm sorry for… For everything I said. I just… I didn’t want you to think I was clingy, or weird, o-or overbearing, or that I.. needed help… .” Bela pulled back from the hug to wipe her years with her shirt sleeve. “B-But it just… started to feel like this… crushing weight, and I…”

Alcina was confused for a moment, before the realization hit her, and her daughter's shift in behaviour suddenly made sense. Bela had overheard her discussion with her sisters. “Oh… sweetheart….” She let out a small sigh, and gently held Bela’s face. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that….” She brushed the hair away from the girl’s eyes. “Bela, I love you just how you are. We all love you, your sisters and I…. We’re just concerned. I care about you, Bela, so much, and I’m glad that you think so fondly of me, but you shouldn’t neglect your needs just trying to earn a bit of praise. It isn’t good for you.”

Bela started to fidget with her hands. “I… I know….” She sniffled. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me….”

“You have a busy, anxious, little mind, my girl.” Alcina stated fondly, pulling her into another hug. “But that’s a discussion for another time. Right now, I’m just happy you’re still with us.”

“Me too…” The blonde returned the hug. “...Mama?”

“Yes, my sweet?”

“I’m starving.”

Her mother chuckled. “I’m sure you are. Wait here, I’ll fetch you something to eat.”

By the time Alcina returned to her daughter’s bedroom, a fresh glass of blood and plate of meat in her hands, Cassandra and Daniela had woken up and tackled their sister in a shared bear hug. If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Bela laughing, Alcina might have been afraid they were squeezing the life out of her. A small smile spread across her face at the sight.

Hopefully this meant things could get back to normal.

[briarworthandoleander]

(A letter comes in with several spelling mistakes and a very wonky drawing, depicting an attempt drawing of a what might be a diablos with a smiling stick figure)

Hello sir, my name is Ori and my ma says you help lost monsties. My new friend Dia is a diablos baby (she's as big as me, so maybe she is six years old like me!) She followed us in the desert because I kept throwing food for my ma's pukei-pukei to eat (she said Pukka shouldn't eat my sandwiches) and she can't stay because beach sand is not the same as desert sand (but they're the same? Sand is sand. I don't get it.) And when she gets bigger, she can't play with the other monsties. Can you help find Dia's ma and pa? Thank you!

So we met Ori and the young Diablos "Dia", Ori was highly excited to tell me all they could about how the Whelp followed them home and what sandwiches they had bribed coaxed given the juvenile Diablos. Ori's parents were quick to suggest the kid follow us to see how we did our work, something I can't say I agreed with as I don't want these people to know how I track monsters. However I can say I was happy to teach Ori about Diablos whilst I sent Oleander to track down the parents.

So, babysitting. Can't say I enjoyed that task. Riders are as tactless with their offspring as they are with monsters.The Diablos whelp was in good health and pretty comfortable if not a little confused. Ori was full of questions about what Diablos eat and how do they see and if they fly.

So to those reading this report:

Diablos are herbivores that readily feed on any kind of vegetation in their territory, most commonly giant cacti. When the Cacti grow scarce Diablos wander further and will eat other vegetation...and children's cucumber sandwiches.

Diablos can see as long as their horns don't grow too big, and these horns not only grant protection but can be used as a means to dig up underground roots and help with breaking up impacted earth. There's also a theory that Diablos can dowse water with them; but there's no back up evidence of this.

As for Diablos wings; while the wing membrane and structure are on the way to becoming a vestigial feature of flying - the limbs appear to be developing into stronger forelimbs in which the Diablos may use for digging and maybe upper mobility. For now while Diablos can use them for flight, this is only for short distances as the effort to lift that massive body is not easy on the Wyvern.

Oleander found the mother monster calling for her baby rather loudly, so it wasn't hard to deposit "Dia" and watch the whelp run off to its mother. Harder was telling Ori not to yell goodbye at the duo. I don't like having to outrun Diablos on a good day, I would dread having to do it with a child under one arm.

- Leo Briarworth

I could honestly go on about the look on Leo’s face for hours. He’ll say that he doesn’t hate kids, but the expression he wears when he has to deal with them is hilarious.

Either way, tracking the Diablos wasn’t difficult in its own right, but doing so with the protection of a child in mind made things a bit more of a challenge. Leo kept her distracted while I discretely picked up traces and scouted tracks; he followed at a distance to humor her questions and I, in the meantime, zeroed in on our targets. 

How he manages to survive in the desert heat with armor and fur that thick, I’ll never know. The kid--Ori, she said her name was--at the very least, seemed like she was used to the heat, and so wasn’t bothered. 

It wasn’t until well into the evening that we started to pick up on the mother’s calls, but with frequent breaks to make sure that little Ori didn’t over-exert herself trying to keep up with us, it would be another half-hour until we reached the monster’s den. I made plenty of jokes at Leo’s expense every time we stopped. 

He hated it. I found it hilarious. I mentioned buying him a mug since he was being such a good dad. He threw a rock at me.

Good times.

By the time we’d gotten close enough to the den to feel the mother Diablos’s roars and screeches in our bones, Dia--the whelp--was getting restless. I had to carry Ori on my shoulders so that she wouldn’t fall as we navigated the tunnels leading to the monster’s nest. Convincing a child to stay quiet for more than a few minutes at a time was... well. I had to turn it into a game. 

“Pretend you’re a Nargacuga,” I told her, and that was enough to get her to be a bit more “stealthy” (and, more importantly, completely silent for a while.) After that, the job was easy. We deposited the whelp back into its mother’s care before sundown, and returned little Ori to her mother by dark.

All in all, the quest was a success. I don’t mind kids on the best of days, but dealing with one for an entire day? I need a drink and a nap.

-Oleander

[queen0fm0nsterz]

*Slides a 5 dollar bill* So what are some of your ideas for those Little Nightmares fics?

OH BOY ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO KNOW.

Weeeell, I have various idea that I'm writing down all at the same time. I'll list the various AUs here.

The Gang! AU

Ok no this isn't some sort of Criminal AU, I literally didn't know what to name it JSKDKS

Anyway, I'm actually writing this along with a friend of mine. It's based on a rp we had and it's quite long. We're writing one chapter each, I'm currently finishing chapter five. It kinda follows the story of Little Nightmares 2, but at the same time is canon divergent. Does that make sense?

We added two of our kid OCs to travel with Mono and Six!

Their names are Zip and Emerald respectively, from left to right! Zip was made by my friend while Emerald is my kid. The art was done by me!

They're not the only OCs we made for this story; we also have five glitch kids, a couple of bullies and a patient from the Hospital.

Since it's long, we decided to split it into three parts. The first part takes place in the Pale City, the second part in the Maw and the third in a location made up by us that we're still crafting.

The good news: Mono doesn't get dropped and Runaway Kid is alive!

The bad news: everything else literally every single thing

It's gonna have a good ending, though. It's the least we can do after everything we put these kids through😭

Restaurant Maw! AU

Just the monsters of LN put in a modern setting! Not only that, it's Maw employees centric!

Basically in this AU the Maw is a very well-known restaurant and hotel, in a very similar fashion to the bathouse in Spirited Away. The Lady is obviously the boss, the Ferryman becomes the driver of the Maw's personal bus, Roger is the keeper, Bellhop is still a bellhop and also the maître d'hotel (aka the guy who makes sure the guests are comfortable etc.), the Chefs are still the Chefs - their names are Bruce and Bernard! And lastly, the Nomes are a bunch of waiters, bellhops and cooks.

Things are going very well for eveyone until one day the Chefs go outside for a smoking break and they find a baby in a box. They take her in and keep her hidden for a couple of days before the Lady invitably finds out.

She decides to let them keep her with the condition that they raise her on their own and take care of all of her needs wihout bothering her - which of course doesn't happen at all and eventually all the employees in the Maw grow attached to baby Sawako nicknamed Six.

This one has all my favorite tropes: slice of life, found family, and I'm hoping to achieve comedy (which is very complicated for me because I have a very dramatic style).

Plus the Chefs are italian because I'm italian and I claimed them, so if you want to see one of them teach the Lady how to swear in italian you came in the right place.

RCG and the Pretender Live! AU

And they lived! I started writing this immediately after I finished VLN but I was blinded by pain so it's a little messy. I have to edit it.

But basically the point is: they survived! But are stuck on land. The first to wake up is RCG, who I named Valeria, and she spots the Pretender a few feet from her and realizes that somehow they both managed to float ashore. Luckily for her, the Nest is now very far away, although they can still see it from the distance.

At first she wants to leave the Pretender there, but then decides to bring her along, tying her hands behind her back first. And so begins the girls voyage in the big wide world, trying to survive and becoming besties in the process.

Im debating wheter I want the Pretender to develop a little crush on RCG or not. Mhhhh. I'll let you guys know.

Mono Jumps in Time! AU

THIS ONE WAS INSPIRED BY THIS ADORABLE FANART BY @kelpermoosee !! Go check them out their art is adorable!!! This is also a Mono centric AU!

So basically! When Six is kidnapped by the Thin Man and Mono goes to save her, his high distress and strong, swirling emotions lead him to not only travel from a place to the next, but to also accidentally go back in time.

He jumps out from a TV but, surprise surprise, he's not in the Pale City anymore. He's landed right in front of the Pretender, who immediately takes a liking to him and wants him to be her new friend. Mono is extremely confused and at first and doesn't realize what happened, so obviously he tries to go back to the Pale City, but then he sees a girl in a yellow raincoat and immediately assumes she's Six.

He assumes that's where the Thin Man brought her, so he tries to run after her, but he's costantly hindered by either the Pretender or her staff. Will he ever get to "Six" and realize that he jumped in time? I'll decide, because this story is still under construction.

Six Forgets! AU

You know that quote from the comics?

"What's the last thing you remember? Tell me. If you don't tell us, you're sure to forget altogether."

Beautiful. And also what prompted me to come up with this AU.

Some things to clarify: the Eye is a collective conciousness that feeds off from negative emotions, the Thin Man lives but can't leave the Pale City, and The Lady is a grown up Six. The Maw kids from the comics are here! Plus a few OCs of mine.

And lastly: Six couldn't handle the guilt from dropping Mono and repressed all memories involving him altogheter, so she completely forgot about him.

Six gets on the Maw, but this time instead of waking up in a suitcase, she's brought to Roger adn the other children by the Ferryman. There, she befriends a few children but no one gets closer to her than the Runaway Kid. They both want to be free and plan an escape together.

In the meantime, Mono is still trapped in the Signal Tower, but he's convinced that Six let him slip by accident and that she'll come back for him. (The Eye is very frustated with him bc they be planning on feeding on his sadness and rage and then he has the audacity to be hopeful? The nerve!) That's until he gets a glimpse of his best friend and this unknown child through one of the TVs on the Maw, joking and playing with each other, and she confesses to this... no one, really, that he's the best friend she's ever had.

As you can imagine, Mono goes feral. The Eye couldn't be happier.

Chaos ensues! We got a lot of angst, violence, Monster!Mono and also some wholesome moments. Also out of context spoiler: RK and Six lead a revolution.

The Lost Ones

This one is just a bunch of quick drabbles that talk about the glitching remains. They all deserved better.

Hunter and Veronica

I was not gonna miss the occasion of writing simp hunter. Take it or leave it.

Based on my Hunter theory!

My beautiful terrible disaster of a man works on the Maw as a chef, but no one really knows why since he's not good at it. Fortunately, the vast majority of the Guests is just too hungry to care and the current Lady, a woman with a scarecrow mask, doesn't want to fire him. A few Guests have complains, though; for example, a Teacher who seemingly never blinks and a very massive Doctor, whom he befriends.

One day, a filming crew gets on the Maw and the Lady informs her staff that they will be staying for a while to film a commercial-documentary of the restaurant, which will bring more and more Guests. With the crew came a famous, very talented chef named Veronica who has her own extremely successful cooking show, who offers to help the current chef as a thank you for letting them stay without having to pay.

Initially the Hunter is not too happy about this. In his eyes he doesn't need the help, but they start getting closer and closer with time.

This will probably be wholesome but end in a very bad, tragic way. I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not lol

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And that's it for now. I have some other things planned with my monster OCs (btw y'all wanna see them?), but this is the whole thing. It may be updated in the future since I always seem to get more and more ideas!

[jordanlahey]

"I love you but you are not mine." Pt 3

Pairing: Star x Bi!Reader (slight lost boys x reader)

Warnings: drug use, possible language?

Summary: You met a girl at the boardwalk who was all alone and you had grown quite attached to her.

"what have you done?"

"What is it Y/n? Star got a little thirsty while you were out, we were just simply being good hosts." you watched as Star pulled away from jewelled bottle.

"You don't know what you're getting into." You grab the bottle from her, she goes to say something but is cut off by David.

"Oh she does, she won't be alone anymore that's what she always wanted." Star nods in agreement in a slightly tipsy manner. She was made to believe it was wine there for she thinks she has drank enough to be tipsy. She was a step closer to becoming a monster like you but she was too pure to become so damned. How could they do this? Why? "You should know this by now." David walked towards you, he towered over you. "I'm the leader, everything becomes mine first." You stared him down hoping he'll give in and leave everything as it was but he wouldn't give in will he? He has too much will power, something you admired about David and that he always got what he wanted but for once you want to finally get something you wanted more. You have up but that didn't mean you wouldn't look out for her anyway, you'll make sure she will be safe from a distance and let her know she'll always have a friend even if that's all you'll ever be to her.

Taking a step back you nod at David and shove the bottle at him to take it and off you went to your nest, Sunrise was coming the quicker you let sleep take over the better.

***

Days had gone by and Star still hadn't mad her first kill which was partly your doing behind David's back, you told her that there was no rush into making the first kill however you knew it was only a matter of time before it got harder to resist and David's influence on her was stronger than yours. Curse the bastard!

What was more annoying was that David was playing more attention to her than you not that it was a big deal you were sure that he was doing this to spite you. The others would do their best to cheer you up, Paul would share is weed with you which would sometimes end with messy makeout sessions but nothing more, Marko and you would harmlessly vandalise the bridge with stupid yet artistic shit on the side and when you were with Dwayne it was just comfortable silence maybe a walk but no matter how much time you spent with each of them it wouldn't take your mind off Star no amount of messy makeout sessions would ever do that it just made you want her more. Obviously this was visible to David, he started keeping her distanced from you only if him or the boys were there were you allowed to be near her it wasn't fair this only grew your resentment towards him.

Tonight felt no different, you all arrived at the boardwalk as usual,  laddie would drag Star off and you would wonder around for something to do until you were told it was time to feed again. However, before you could go off on your own David took a firm hold of your arm and looked you in the eyes.

"Keep an eye on her." was all he said before letting you go, you were puzzled to say the least he was actually letting you near he without them? A smile crossed your face as you followed her scent into a crowd of sweaty people facing like there was no tomorrow and there she was dancing with laddie. Everything seemed to fade out she looked so beautiful, her smile so genuine she didn't have a care in the world. You had noticed that she was looking at something or someone and your eyes we're quick to spot who had caught her attention and jealously washed over you, you already had to compete with David now this fool? At least he's human an easy target at least.

You followed Star back to the boys and joined Paul on his bike as Star sat on David's then the boy from before's scent filled the air he has followed the two of you too. The way his face dropped when he saw he with David made you feel a little bit better as you eyed him up and down maybe David will let you kill him just for having an interest in her? Paul took off first down the street and you felt a little more happier at the thought of killing that boy it would be one less problem to worry about.

***

Just before the sun went up you overheard the boys talking about the boy we all encountered before leaving the boardwalk they mentioned something about him being Star's first kill which seemed like a better idea than you doing it. Star would finally be one of you which meant spending an eternity together that thought pleased you, you could get to sleep peacefully as everything falls into place.

[valkyrieofsmut]

How do the boys take the ‘I think I’m pregnant’ scare? And how do they react and feel if it’s true versus just that-a scare.

[How would the bois treat their pregnant significant other?]

This is the behemoth I mentioned before! It’s so big that I kept having issues trying to save it while I was working on mobile. Included is first reaction, if it’s a scare, if it’s not a scare, through the pregnancy, and as a bonus, during labor (you can thank my hubby for that one)!

Classic- He's freaking out. that's- that's not how babies work- that's not how- He's hyperventilating. He's going to pass out... When he gets ahold of himself and realizes that he doesn't know about how having kids between monsters and humans works... It... might be possible...

If it's a scare- he's pretty relieved. Not because he didn't want kids- it's just that it was so sudden! He didn't even think it was possible! You can bet he's doing more research into this so they can take precautions. Next time, if there's a question about pregnancy, it'll be when they're ready.

Not a scare- he- he'll be ok- really he will- just... in a minute... After he gets over the shock, he takes another moment to himself before he goes to his S/o and a bit awkwardly apologizes for the freak out. He asks how she's doing and what she wants to do.

Through pregnancy- He tries to make sure that his S/o is comfortable, that she has everything that she needs, and at the beginning, he is super frazzled. He’s keeping it together- but just barely! Look just a little closely and you’ll see that he’s about to start falling apart at the seams. His brother helps the best he can, but the best part of it, as far as he’s concerned is when they’re in bed, arms wrapped around each other, nothing to worry about but letting the peacefulness wash over them and sleep. When he finally relaxes back into the fact that they’re going to have a baby, he manages to be much more chill. Even the worst day at work doesn’t stand a chance to keep him upset when he gets home and his S/o is there, waiting for him, her round belly ready to be stroked as he grins goofily at it, their little soulling starting to make movements inside... This really is the life.

During labor- Oh- oh stars- he has to do something! What?! What is he supposed to do?! He has to get her to the hospital- has to- now! How does he- Oh- duh! Wait- can he take her through a shortcut while she’s in labor?! Is it safe?! She ends up leading the boys both to Creampuff’s car, and Creampuff drives them, showing off his driving skills and how quickly he can get them there, while Classic is in the back yelling for him to slow down, observe the speed limit- for the love of everything nice and happy, please show him mercy!

Creampuff- Uh... He understands that people often see him as child like, but he does know how babies are made... And he didn't do anything physical, or take his soul out...

If it's a scare or not- Not likely to happen with him; it would have to be on purpose.

Through pregnancy- Since this was planned, he is very prepared! It’s adorable just how ready he thinks he is, and how all of his plans fail. “YOU MEAN... WE WON’T EVEN NEED THIS FOR THE FIRST TWO YEARS...?” But his big watery sockets make his S/o pull him close, comforting him, and he’s happy again- as long as he has them, everything is all right. He mother hens his S/o quite a bit, only letting her do things that are “safe for the baby”, as dictated by “authorities” on websites. And he takes it upon himself to premake her meals for when he’s gone, so that he can make sure she’s getting everything she needs, also banning his brother from taking her to Grillby’s... but, when the cravings hit, he caves ridiculously easily to her. But, his S/o's life isn’t all laying around and premade heath snacks! He makes sure that she does her baby yoga and prenatal exercises, too. Have to stay healthy for the baby!

During labor- He’s running around trying to find the go bag and everything the websites said they need- he knows it was here just the other day...! His S/o is either going to have to get him to calm down (a tall order) or call for an ambulance to get them to the hospital.

Red- Uh- uh- wait- but- how...?! He- he- ...he feels like he should be panicking more... Outwardly, he's tense, snapping at everyone else, keeping everyone away from his S/o, sweating and watching her a lot... Inside? He's nervous; it's her decision what happens... He knows he's got the whole dad thing down; how awesome his brother turned out shows that! But... He's not worthy of his S/o, and those are his genetics... How does his S/o feel about that? What if this is the thing that makes her figure out that she deserves better?! He won't say anything, though, his S/o will have to ask him what's going on with all the almost touches and switching from holding her close to distancing himself.

If it's a scare- He's a bit... disappointed... he'd just started thinking that his S/o would accept, and maybe even like, the forever of being bound to him with a child...

Not a scare- He's still a bit tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop; he knows that humans don't always want to have kids, and they can do something about it... When his S/o tells him that, of course they want to keep the baby, he's so relieved- it feels like the suitcase of anxiety he'd been lugging around all this time has disappeared.

Through pregnancy- Red is the ultimate provider and protector. He makes a nest the softest his S/o has ever felt, he puts all sorts of barriers and traps and gizmos all over the place! His S/o has never felt safer- as long as she doesn’t try to go outside alone... There’s nothing that she wants for more than a few moments- usually. Even on the days he’s knock down, drag out tired, he sees her cravings and pregnant moods as his little hellion influencing her, and... he wants to feed and spoil them more... It’s rare that he’s ever actually pissy with her, but when he is, he leaves to get what she wants, bitches and gripes the whole way there and back, and feels better by the time he gets back- and makes her bribe him with affection. He’s rigged it so that anyone who tries to get in that doesn’t have an approved magical signature... well, they won’t be getting in. ... possibly anywhere- ever. He may have held back in the Underground, hating what his world had become, but this is his mate and his child. He’s not holding back. He doesn’t know anything about gardening, but he can rig a setup so that a plot of garden can be perfectly watered at all times, and his brother takes care of the rest, so they’ll never run out of resources. He has threatened to maul others if they look like they’ve got aggressive plans for his S/o, but he waits until she’s gone; he doesn’t want to upset her. Somehow, while he’s done all of this, he always seems to be there when it’s nap time, or when it’s being lazy around the house time, cuddling, nuzzling, and letting it be known how happy he is. Edge gives him shit for purring so much, but he’s actually very proud of how active and motivated he is. Red does get anxious whenever she wants to leave the perfectly protected den he’s made her, though...

During labor- He freezes. What the hell- what is happening?! It’s such strange behavior that it takes him a few moments to figure out what was going on. When he does, He has his brother get his car, getting his S/o in the back and being on hyper alert for danger- that is, if he doesn’t manage to convince her of a home birth. it’s jus’ so much safer! in here- where no one he doesn’t want to get in can get in! Edge guards the door while Red glares at the midwife and birthing team to make sure nothing hinky is going on.

Edge- That... can't happen... He knows how baby bones are made! Oh- but his S/o is a human... Maybe that is how it works for his S/o...? The whole time he's not outwardly reacting, standing stiff, looking like he's waiting for orders or something. His S/o will have trouble telling for certain if he's angry, or it's just his normal emotionless mask.

If it's a scare- He's relieved! That was something he didn't think could happen, and too many questions leading to too much information were piling up in his mind at one time. He's also a bit... let down. While it was too much info and overwhelming to try to think about it all in that one moment, it could have been nice...

Not a scare- He leaves. Not to abandon his S/o! He tells Red to stay there and that he needs to run an errand- the errand is trying to wrap his skull around his new reality. He just needs a bit to process this! It's so many things he thought were impossible all happening at once! Once he gets his skull together, he comes back and immediately holds his S/o close against him. He knows that the two of them are smart enough to get through this, and despite all the shit he gives his brother, Red is also very smart, and he knows he'd do anything for him.

Through pregnancy- He’s hot and cold more than usual. He- has- some... feelings for her that... may be love like... And he’s going to keep both his S/o and their child safe. No matter if he has to intimidate everyone from here to the moon! He’s not used to being able to show emotions other than anger and toughness... Good thing his S/o is so fiery! He regularly engages in verbal battles with her to help her get rid of some of her stress and irritation from all the things that are going on with her body. It does backfire a bit, though, sometimes... When they’re both making their points and she’s yelling at him, her rage twisting her features- uh... well... He can’t stop thinking of taking her right there, or putting her to her knees and twisting his phalanges in her hair and feeling her throat around him- He... he’s never been so sexually driven before... and it’s not like it’s going to change soon; neither of them can help it- Pregnancy looks so fucking sexy on her... it makes her seem like a goddess of fertility and war. His soul beats for her with every breath.

During labor- Once he gets his S/o to the hospital and set, his internal mini panic ends. Now he's yelling at her, reminding her about the proper breathing technique and working her through the contractions. The staff feels like maybe they should worry about abuse, but then... His S/o is ruling the room- she's glowing, ordering everyone around, looking like she's about ready to punch anyone who gets too close, shouting and demanding the nurses give her the DAMN DRUGS! He's so in love, so- turned on... Is it wrong that he's thinking about putting another one in her right that moment...?

Blue- He's silent. The words "I think I'm pregnant" echo around in his skull, which looks devoid of emotion. Is his S/o teasing him because she thinks he doesn't know how babies are made? But... she doesn't look like she's joking... A sudden look of shock hits his face as he realizes that- he was with her during his heat! Oh! Oh... Well... That could explain it! He smiles and pulls his S/o close, nuzzling against her and scenting the heck out of her.

If it's a scare- Oh... Well! Maybe there is a chance that can happen, but... not yet! This will give them time to figure out how it can happen and what to do about it so they can decide on a better time when they’re more ready for this!

Not a scare- His S/o is going to have his baby... He’s the proudest skeleton around! He walks around with his skull held high, chest puffed out, huge grin, and nothing short of a strut. All of his coworkers wonder what’s going on with him, but they don’t have to for long, because he’s so happy he’s not even trying to keep it a secret.  

Through pregnancy- You know those over the top cutesy couples where one insists on getting the one carrying the baby anything they want? That’s Blue. His S/o is going to have to be careful, because he will over indulge her cravings and with anything it even looks like she’s interested in. His S/o will protest that he’s doting on her too much, but he’s convinced that he’s the happiest damn man ever in existence, and she’s giving him this, so she deserves to have anything that he can give her- and he can give her a lot. They now have the nicest and best feeling nest that’s probably ever existed. She has more of anything than she could ever hope to use or need, but he’s always happy to give her more and make sure she’s taken care of in every way possible. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind who the father of the baby is when they walk around; he’s so full of pride that he’d dislocate a rib if his chest puffed out any more, and his skull barely has room on it for how big his grin is.

During labor- He's running around, yelling for his brother and trying to find the go bag and everything they had ready- he swears it was right there just that morning! Until Stretch wanders over, twirling the keys on a phalange, ushering the two of them to the car. When Blue sees the stuff in the back seat, he remembers that he'd moved it there to be even more ready... He'll be happy when this part is over and he can just hold his S/o and child safely in his arms! He's not a fan of them being in pain, so he's going to be asking the staff to have every kind of pain meds on hand, just in case...

Stretch- Stretch.exe has crashed and needs to be reboot to make any changes. He- didn't just hear what he thought he did... did he? See, there's no way that- except, unless there was... He slowly regains feeling in his extremities, and stares at the empty space in front of his sockets a bit longer before fully coming to. that's... *he can't decide whether he's supposed to be happy or horrified, his S/o's expression isn't telling him* wow... that's something, huh? science. *shakes skull in amazement*

If it's a scare- He needs to be more careful. Maybe someday, in the future, he'll want kids- but right now- he messes around too much; he's not serious enough to take this on. He spent so long raising Blue, his whole childhood and teen years, really, he wants some time to just have fun. He doesn't want to ruin life for everyone involved by getting in that situation and blaming them.

Not a scare- Oh shit- oh shit! Oh, god of motherfuck! He's zoned out staring off at nothing. Panicking internally. After trying to get his attention for long enough, his S/o just slaps him, yelling at him in frustration and leaves. The slap brought him back to the real world, but it's Blue yelling at him that makes him realize just how bad that had been. "HOW CAN YOU JUST STAND THERE LIKE A SAND SCULPTURE?! THEY'RE AFRAID, TOO! IF YOU WEREN'T SO BUSY THINKING OF ONLY YOURSELF, YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN THAT! AT LEAST YOU HAVE SOME EXPERIENCE RAISING A BABY BONES! THEY HAVE NONE! THEY NEED YOU NOW MORE THAN EVER! ... AND IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR LAZY COXXYS AFTER THEM RIGHT NOW, I'LL INFORM MUFFET OF WHAT HAPPENED, AND CELEBRATE WHEN YOU'RE BANNED!"

Through pregnancy- It’s... it’s not as bad as he made it out to be in his mind. He’d felt like someone had been about to hand them a baby any second, and then their lives would have been over. Instead they had nine and a half months to figure their shit out and get ready for what was coming. With many times set aside to talk everything out, and Blue there to mediate (make sure that Stretch was actually saying what he thought and wanted instead of trying to please by going with the flow) they managed to to work it out so that by they time it reached the third trimester, he’s pretty happy with the warm little life they’ve gotten all set up for themselves, and is a very cuddly skeleton. Also, a little secret he’s found out about pregnancy is that it makes his S/o’s pussy taste so much more delicious.

During labor- Stretch freezes, then his brother's loud voice pulls him back, and he puts the fluctuating panic to the back of his skull and shortcuts away. They think he's running off, but by the time Blue, who's very pissed at him, gets Stretch's S/o to the car, they see him stuffing the bags of supplies in the back.

Black- Oh- stars- he- he didn’t actually mean that- goddamn it! Ok... maybe he had... but-! He’s worried; worried about keeping them all safe, and worried that if he reacts in a way to keep them safe, his S/o will be angry with him and leave him forever! He- he can’t live with that!!! He growls and takes his S/o home, somewhere safe where he can hold them close against him. “Tell Me Again?” He asks softly. “I think I’m pregnant.” It’s said more levelly than it was before, more believing that he’s going to say something stupid. “Oh, Love... I’m The Happiest Monster In The World...” He pulls back to meet her gaze. “I’m Going To Make Sure That You Are The Most Well Taken Care Of Mate In All The Land.”

If it’s a scare- Oh... Well... That’s too bad... But... Now they can see how they’d react to the real news. And... now that it’s gotten them thinking about it... he kind of wants to actually try... hopefully his S/o will want to soon, too.

Not a scare- He’s so happy. Others speculate why he’s so happy, but they can never get him to reveal the truth, though they’ve all heard outlandish, crazy things by now, all said with a straight face, as though they were the truth. He never lets his S/o be without him or his brother- protection precautions. They will be a happy little family... and even though this little one was on accident- the next little one will be completely on purpose... and not too long after.

Through pregnancy- He is great at noticing things, and what he notices, is anything his S/o wants. Anything their eyes stay on for longer than a moment, anything they mention wanting or wondering about in passing. And, the strange thing about his observations is- they seem to just manifest out of nowhere! Right when they really wanted them the most! Those cookies from Muffet’s- somehow ended up on the kitchen counter... The soft fuzzy blanket they’d forced themselves to put back, draped over the couch. The relief they need that just hovers around the edges, tormenting them with an unscratchable itch they just can’t scratch- Black is there, holding them close, finding just the right angle, and sliding against it at just the right speed, and just the right strength to make his S/o's mind melt, their body doing the same in his arms. They are spoiled rotten by the end, and that’s just how he likes it; no one can do for them what he can, and they’ll never leave. Also hidden under the surface that is his joy of giving his S/o everything they could ever want, is his happiness and pride of the show of their bonding. Let no one doubt who his S/o belongs with.

During labor- The sudden cry of pain makes his skull snap to his S/o and search the area. What happened?! Who hurt them?! Who does he need to kill?! When he realizes that it's time, he yells for his brother to get the car, (softly and lovingly) telling his S/o to sit back and relax while he runs around and gathers everything, then stops where she is and helps her to the car. He only allows staff that he has personally vetted into the room, and only after he or Mutt have checked every form of ID available. No one will hurt his mate, or his heir. The moment he feels like any of the staff has messed up, he'll yell at them and push them out of the way- He'll Do It His Damn Self, Thank You!

Mutt- uuuuuuhhh... huh... um... hm. that’s... um... a thing, now, isn’t it... crazy how... humans reproduce... all run by chemicals, you know... Oh, damn it, look, he’s really... not sure how to behave! Is his S/o excited or pissed?! What is he supposed to do?! Does she want him to- no. No, he doesn’t think he wants to do that... He’s going to say no. If she asks, his answer is that he can’t do that. He realizes that she’s panicking, too, and is glad that his stony exterior made it so that none of his thoughts came through. He pulls her close and stands there, holding her, until she calms down. Even though he’s silent, he gives her what comfort he can, even if it’s just from his presence of being there. He’s not sure what else he could do... Except what he’s always done; take control of the situation. Their relationship is based on them both getting what they want from each other, and that what they want is the same thing... but... if he can’t convince her... if he tries to force her... she’ll just dig her heels in harder.

If it’s a scare- Oh, well... ok, then. He supposes... that it was just a mistake... something confusing... but... It brought up his memories of raising Black, and... he kinda liked remembering the way Black used to look up at him like he was the most amazing monster to ever have lived... made him think that... he probably... wouldn’t say no if there was the chance to do that again...

Not a scare- This situation sucks. The way that it happened sucks. He hopes that his S/o doesn’t end up hating him over this. He really loves them, and... that’s his kid. He’s not going anywhere. God and stars help the person who looks at his S/o the wrong way... and they’d have to help her if she ever tried to leave him, now...

Through pregnancy- His inner yandere shows itself very obviously. He’s always there, no matter where she goes. At the store? He’s lurking in the aisles. Taking a walk around? He’s silently shadowing her, keeping a socket out for anyone looking even remotely like they’d start something. Riding a bus to work? He’s somewhere... though you’d have to have a really good eye to pick him out. If they weren’t dating, he would probably get hit with stalking charges. Instead, he gets hit with, “why don’t you just ask to come with me instead of creeping the shadows like a freaking weirdo?”

During labor- Mutt internally freaks out for a moment, but gets ahold of himself while his brother guides his S/o to the car. Everyone around him is going to be glad for Black in this time. Mutt is looking like a murderous, protective bodyguard, standing just on the edge of the shadows, growling at anyone who even gets too close. No one except previously approved staff are allowed in the room. Everyone who is human thinks this is bizarre, but all the monsters there take it in stride as the norm. Black orders everyone around, which saves them all from having Mutt growling at them and seeming to stand over them, about to attack, even if he does sound like he's micromanaging.

Axe- He... uh... oops... He feels kinda guilty; there had to be intent involved, and... well, his S/o is pregnant, isn’t she? So... obviously he meant it... He’s half excited for a baby, and half really nervous because his brain keeps going back to; more mouths to feed, need more food- food! He hopes his S/o isn’t mad at him...  

If it’s a scare- He’s a bit relieved, since he was worried about his S/o finding out and being mad at him... but, maybe they could open the conversation about it...?

Not a scare- He breaks down and admits that he caused this, asking his S/o to stay with him and love him even though he was so reckless- but he fully intends to stay with them, even if they say no, it will just be from the shadows... but he can’t just let her take their baby and go! It’s dangerous out there! It’s not- ... oh... they were trying for a baby...? oh yeah... wait- no they weren’t! But he appreciates her telling him that they were to make him feel better...

Through pregnancy- He’s not leaving their side. He’s going to protect them through everything- like being around other people, or not having space to sit on a bench at the park... He gets a bit underfoot, honestly... But, he’s doing it for the most thoughtful reasons! He loves his S/o, and isn’t going to let anything happen to her, or their baby.

During labor- He's panicking hardcore! What's he supposed to do? What's he supposed to do?! Did he ever know what to do? He'd ask his S/o, but they're too busy screaming! Wait- Paps! Paps'll know what to do! He's good at remembering the stuff his mind shuts out! They all get to the hospital, and his S/o is in a room. All of the noise and commotion is messing with his mind, making that problem that makes him block access to his memories act up... He's kicked out of the hospital in approximately six minutes. He's also not allowed back until the baby is born.

Crooks/Bun- He’s not likely to start up these activities on his own, so it would either be a huge surprise, with him being pretty quiet and just blinking for a few moments. Axe will probably come over and see if someone needs to get smacked, honestly, or, he'd expect it and be excited!

If it’s a scare or not-  Yeah, this would 8/10 have to be on purpose. Those other 2/10, would be 1 oh wow, so it can happen after only one time... and 1 oh... wow...

Through pregnancy- He’s so happy, going everywhere with his S/o, talking about everything they plan to do, going on many parenting websites and doing research in his spare time, and babyproofing everything. He’s delighted to find out that the baby proofing helps with Axe, too, since he can’t trip and injure himself on everything when he’s not paying attention, now.

During labor- Oh- Ohh- Oh My! What To Do! Oh, Yes, To The Hospital! At the hospital, he's there as the amazing birthing coach he is, encouraging and rooting for his S/o!

Dusty- uhhhhhhhhhhh... um... what the fuck did his S/o just say? She thinks she’s what? ...! He’s freaking out, not only because he apparently was so reckless, but also because now he has to deal with the consequences of his actions. There’s going to be a kid- it’s going to be his kid- what if- what if there’s a reset- what if that demonic hellspawn comes back- oh fuck- what if it tries to take over his kid?!

If it’s a scare- He’s still severely rattled, and needs lots of time alone. Why isn’t Papyrus talking to him? Is he mad at him? It’s so quiet in his head now... at least, thank the stars, there’s not a chance of that stuff happening...

Not a scare- panic- panic- no disco, lots of panic! Where’s Papyrus?! He’d know what to do! Fuck- fuck fuck fuck- he’s going to be a dad- fuckfuckfuck!  

Through pregnancy- He’s very nervous. He needs a support animal or something. He’s so sorry that his S/o has to go through this with him dragging her down- he- he has feelings for her, though, and he’s sorry, but- if anyone else tried to step in and take her off his hands, they wouldn’t be a problem very long. A puddle of blood? Yes. A problem? No. And no one better fucking touch her! Ok, he’s calm, he promises- backthefuckupbuddy! His S/o will have to be patient with him as he adjusts and fights his way through the clouds of LV and psychological torture induced madness...

During labor- He blanks. He panics. He freaks out. His service dog nudges his hand and positions the handle of the vest under his hand, and he holds on out of habit. The dog leads him to a spot away from the noise as his S/o calls an ambulance. She gives the dog the command that tells them there's going to be a loud noise, because they probably won't remember to turn the sirens off when they get closer. She drops the note for Dusty in the spot they'd trained the dog to bring him notes from, and is on the porch, leaning against the wall, waiting for the ambulance. When Dust comes back to himself, his dog brings him a note that says "I'm at the hospital, I went into labor. Call me, love you! S/o." He's so glad to hear her voice when he calls.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Can we get Sooga (and maybe Kohga) babysitting lil Tulin????

GET READY TO SEE THE GAYS BECOME DILFS, BITCHES.

“We came as soon as we saw your message.”

“Yeah, it was urgent! Where’s the fire?”

Teba turned as he saw Sooga and Kohga dash on into his home. He nodded at them.

“Yeah. Sorry. Was gonna ask Mipha, but she’s with her boy toy. Figured I’d trust you two instead.”

Teba took a step to the side, showing his son, Tulin, who was currently sitting on the floor, writing in his journal. Kohga cocked his head to the side, before shrugging.

“What? You want me to tell him to beat it? He a freeloader or what?”

“No. I need you two to chicksit for me. I’m taking Saki out, and I need someone to watch Tulin.”

Saki walked in just in time, adjusting her feathers.

“Teba, are you ready dear?”

“I’m ready, so long as these two are. So, how about it you two?”

Kohga was about to say ‘fuck no’, when he saw that look in Sooga’s eyes. He WANTED to do this, because he was a moron. Ugh. He sighed, before nodding.

“Fine. You two go and have fun, we got the little guy.”

Saki clapped her hands together, before leaning down to kiss Tulin’s head.

“Be good for Kohga and Sooga, my little nugget.”

“But not TOO good, kiddo.”

Teba patted his head, and Saki chuckled at the sight. She turned to the two yigas.

“Now, Tulin is supposed to be in bed by nine. No playing with Kass’s girls, as they’re supposed to be in bed, and they get into all kinds of mischief. That’s about it! Have fun you three, stay safe!”

Teba held his arm out for his lady, who giggled as she accepted it. Once they left, Sooga turned to Kohga.

“You didn’t want to do this. Why did you say yes?”

“Because YOU wanted to. And don’t look at me like that, you idiot.”

“I love you so much.”

“Tell someone who cares, moron.”

“You guys are weird.”

They both turned to look at Tulin, who was looking at them oddly. Kohga motioned to him.

“So...the fuck do we do with his white lookin’ ass?”

“Stop swearing, for one. It’s not good that he gets a pottymouth so early on. Two, we should properly introduce ourselves.”

Sooga walked over to him, kneeling down as he held out his hand.

“It is nice to meet you, Tulin. My name is Sooga, and that’s Kohga. How are you?”

Tulin put his book down, in order to stand up, and shake his hand properly.

“Hello! And good day!”

“What manners! And a good day to you too, little one.”

“My dad said good kids make good greeters!”

“God that’s a weird saying.”

Kohga sighed as he walked over to Teba’s hammock, before jumping into it, and getting himself nice and comfy. So comfy, he fell right to sleep. Sooga softly sighed. He loved his husband, very, very much.

“So. We have three hours until your bedtime, what would you like to-oh. You’re practicing your penmanship?”

Sooga looked over to the notebook on the floor, and Tulin nodded.

“Yep! Kheel has really pretty handwriting, I want mine to look good too! I wanna surprise her!”

“Huh. Why, if I didn’t know little one, I’d say that’s rather romantic.”

Tulin’s blush shone through his feathers, and he shook his head.

“N-no. She’s my friend, that’s it.”

“Uh huh, I see, I see,”

Sooga sat down next to Tulin, looking at the notebook.

“Regardless, I’d love to give you feedback. My father practiced calligraphy, I think I have a proper position on the matter.”

Tulin handed him his notebook, and Sooga skimmed through the pages. He nodded in approval.

“This is very nice! Have you shown your father?”

“No, just mom.”

“Why is that?”

Tulin shrugged, reaching up to grab his book again.

“It’s just a mom thing. Flight range and arrows are for me and dad, writing is for me and mom.”

Sooga nodded. Such a sweet, talented little boy.

“You have a good bond with your mother, little one.”

“Dad calls her a ‘worrybeak’, but yeah, I love my mom. Are you close with yours?”

Sooga froze. For a moment, he recalled her. Recalled her hair, her eyes, her smile. Her tears, her screams, her pain. His father holding onto her hand, his father scolding him for choosing to leave, using his mother’s name like a curse. A curse that cut into his hide like a-

“Yoohoo? Mr.Sooga?”

He suddenly snapped back into reality as Tulin waved his wing in front of his face. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“We...were. But she is no longer here.”

“Oh. I’m super sorry. What about your dad?”

“My father...wanted me to leave the nest, so to speak. But it’s fine. I’m loved enough.”

Tulin followed his gaze to Kohga, who gave his ass a good scratch. Tulin snickered, and Sooga couldn’t resist a small chuckle as well. Tulin put his book away, In order to look at his blades. The little rito was clearly very interested.

“Did he give you those swords?”

“No. Master Kohga did. Have you ever wielded a weapon before?”

“A bow and arrow, but never something cool like swords!”

Sooga thought about it for a moment. This child DID seem rather mature, despite his small size. Not to mention bows were just awful for up close combat. Against his better judgement, he decided to give the little one a gift.

“Would you like a present, Tulin?”

“YES! Please!”

Oh the way his little eyes shone in excitement. He pulled out something from his back, and placed it right into Tulin’s awaiting wings. A Vicious Sickle. Tulin looked it over in his hands, clearly in awe. Sooga chuckled, lightly patting his little bird head.

“It’s a light, easy to use weapon, with enough practice. It’s a wonderful starter weapon, and it never hurts to have extra protection. You will soon be the man of the house, you must learn to defend what is yours.”

“Woah! SO cool!”

Tulin was so excited, he started waving the damn thing around like a madlad. Even someone as calm as Sooga felt slightly panicked; for the only thing more dangerous than a blade, was an inexperienced hand. He grabbed onto Tulin’s hand, barely keeping himself from being cut.

“It IS cool. But what’s cooler is knowing how to use it. Would you like to learn?”

“Yes!! Please teach me! Please please please!”

“Very well. I should hope to be a good teacher to an eager student.”

Sooga held onto his hand, showing him the proper way to hold it; tightly, with the blade angled for a downward motion.

“Okay, I think I got it. Like this?”

“Perfect. Now, it’s a limber weapon, so if you need to move it in your hand, feel free to do so. Just be careful, it’s very easy to cut yourself. Now, let’s try to get a feel for it, shall we?”

Sooga stood up, and brandished one of his swords. He gave Tulin a moment to get his stance ready, before he let Tulin come at him. Course, he was very easy to block, but the point was so Tulin could feel comfortable holding it.

“Good, good. Side to side motions, just as you are.”

“It’s...kinda heavy, my arms hurt.”

“Suppose for your size, it’s not as limber as it is intended to be. Do your arms really hurt, or can you keep trying?”

“I...can keep trying, I think.”

“Good, a true fighter keeps going. Swing at me again.”

He noticed Tulin had to use almost both his hands as he swung. Poor thing was struggling. Light as his weapons were, Tulin was small. Determined, but very tiny. Still, he did rather well, all things considered. He blocked another blow rather easily.

“You aren’t uncomfortable around weapons. Good.”

“It’s usually bows, but training with my dad is a LOT like this.”

“Good of your father, teaching you to be comfortable with such a vital tool.”

He was about to do a mock swing, just to see if Tulin could dodge, when he saw Tulin was already weary, panting and even sweating a little. For living in a peaceful village, and armed with a bow and arrow, this WAS a lot of practice, especially from someone who was essentially a stranger. Sooga put his weapon away, and knelt down to Tulin.

“Why don’t we take a break? A weapon is useless without a body.”

“Okay...can we eat? I’m hungry.”

Sooga nodded, letting Tulin take the weapon, and sneak it into his own hammock. Tulin helped him find the cooking pot, and in a moment, Sooga had a fire going, and a few ingredients to throw inside.

“So, what are we hungry for?”

“I dunno, what can you make?”

“I suppose I can make poultry curry.”

“Oh! Yes! Do that one!”

Sooga nodded. He had no issues cooking the rice, and the chicken appropriately, and as soon as it was done, he handed a bowl to Tulin. Tulin dug into it hungrily, before slowly ceasing his eating. Sooga cocked his head down as the child stared at the bowl.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t like how it tastes. Super bland. I don’t wanna eat it.”

“God fucking dammit, Sooga, I can smell your shit cooking in my dreams.”

They both turned to look at Kohga, who had just woken up. He got out of the hammock, and walked over to the pot, taking the soup ladle to help himself to a taste. He then used it to smack Sooga on the back of his head.

“You. Cannot cook. I’d rather eat wet sand, at least THAT has salt.”

“I thought I was cooking it right-”

“Yeah right to hell. Fuck shit, move. What even is this?”

“Poultry curry.”

Kohga looked at him as if he had just gone insane.

“You’re...feeding chicken...to a baby chicken. That’s fucked up, Sooga.”

He was about to bitch at him some more, when Tulin nudged the bowl against Sooga. Kohga turned to look at him, and the little one was whimpering.

“Please fix it, I’m really hungry.”

“For the love of- fine. But only because I hate it when Sooga cooks.”

And Kohga did not disappoint. Not only did he fix Sooga’s awful poultry curry, he made the tastiest, sweetest egg pudding Tulin had ever tasted. The little one had two helpings of each, burping as soon as he was done. Kohga chuckled as he saw just how content the little guy was.

“Look at you, hungry fella. You need anything else, kid?”

“Uh huh. Can I please have some warm milk?”

“Sure, sure. I’ll make it just how my mom made mine.”

Tulin peered over as Kohga not only poured milk onto the pot, but cane sugar, courser bee honey, and even ground up some Chickaloo Tree Nuts. It made for a sweet, fragrant drink that Tulin accepted gleefully. He took one sip, and started kicking his little legs around wildly.

“This is SOOO good! This is WAY better than when mom makes it! Your mom is super cool!”

“She really was, she really was. Glad you like it, kiddo. Your turn, Sooga.”

Sooga didn’t LOVE sweets, but who was he to refuse such a treat from his Master? He accepted his own cup, took a sip, and found himself recalling...the good times. The times where he stood with his mother as they sipped tea, the times where she would get rid of his dirty, wet clothes, in order to get him warm and dry again. There was...only good in this drink, honestly. Sooga nodded, trying not to dwell so much on what was.

“I agree with Tulin. This is excellent. I’m surprised I’m just now trying it.”

“Eh, I only make it if I really need to go to bed. I usually make them with banana cookies-”

“Can you make those next time, please?!”

Tulin was practically giddy at the notion of more treats, and Kohga found it amusing. He patted Tulin’s head, nodding.

“Sure. Next time I’ll bring some over, just for you kid.”

“You’re SO cool!”

“I mean, I know that, but thank you.”

Kohga chuckled. He helped himself to his own drink, sighing in content. A nice, cold night, warmed by a nice fire, and some warm drinks. What more could one want? Sooga chuckled to himself, realizing he had downed nearly half of his cup. No wonder he was feeling so calm, so still.

“Thank you. I don’t think I’d know how to handle a hungry child who didn’t like my food.”

“That's why I’M the cook between us. Your food is so bland. I had half a mind to-”

He went silent, and Sooga saw why. Tulin had finished his drink, and had passed out, right into Kohga’s lap. Kohga struggled, clearly not knowing how to handle this, before groaning, and just patting the bird’s back, lulling him further into sleep. Sooga sat there for a moment, watching them. Kohga didn’t want children, but...they did like him. Found enough comfort in him to fall asleep on him, to cherish the plentiful meals he made them. Sooga even turned to look at his face, and caught him smiling oh so fondly at the little bird. Kohga seemed to catch his grin, and huffed.

“Hell you looking at?”

“I’m just. Seeing how wonderful you are with Tulin...and it really, really makes me realize; you’d make a wonderful, wonderful parent. You act so standoffish, but you...truly love taking care of children and-”

“God don’t you start that shit with me, Sooga.”

“I’m just saying! Family life might be for you! How do you know, you’ve never tried it!”

“Shut the hell up, you absolute fucking idiot.”

Sooga stopped for a moment as Kohga leaned into him, still keeping his hand on Tulin. Sooga looked down at these two, and was confident, more than ever, that he wanted a family. This feeling, that he was feeling right now, was something he desperately, terribly wanted. He wrapped his arm around Kohga, letting the dancing fire illuminate his features. He kissed the top of his head, softly sighing.

“I...love you. I love you so terribly much.”

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“Sooga! Kohga! We’re ba-oh!”

Saki immediately silenced herself as she saw the little cuddle train that was happening here. Teba walked in behind her, chuckling at the sight. He nodded towards Sooga, who was too busy protecting them to sleep.

“Teba, Saki. How was your date?”

“Oh it was lovely, we went out to eat and everything. Quite sweet, honestly. Here, let me put him into bed, I’d hate for him to get a cramp, laying on the floor like that.”

Sooga, despite how it hurt his heart, let Saki take Tulin, and put him into his own little bed. Suppose that was his cue. He got up, carrying a sleeping Kohga in his arms. Teba nodded at him.

“Thanks for watching him. Hope he wasn’t too much for you two.”

“Not at all. You have a very wonderful, and very honest boy. You should be proud.”

“I am, I am, honestly. Especially if he made an impression on you.”

“I...hope this isn’t too much, but may we stay? I just, really wanted to-”

“What is this?”

They both turned to look at Saki, who was holding the vicious sickle in her hand. Teba winced, before shaking his head.

“yeah...I think staying is a really bad idea.”

Sooga looked at Saki, and shrugged.

“In my defense, he was excited to receive a present.”

So Sooga and Kohga weren’t ready to be dads.

Just yet, anyway.

[yanderepuck]

What if the fur babies had babies????

Imagine MC having the same pet as their vampire boyfriend

Jupiter 

He??? Decent dad.  Tho at one point he’s like “k kids.  Time to learn how to fly” and pushes a baby out the nest and Napoleon luckily catches the baby.  Jupiter gets a mouthful.  The nest is so much bigger and Bunta is a little upset he isn’t allowed in the nest anymore.  They are very noise however.  At one point Napoleon considers moving the nest to the barn, but who knows how they would react to the nest moving.  Good thing he’s a heavy sleeper

Schelm 

To say the least.  He was very confused by these fluff balls.  Mozart absolutely ADORES the babies and makes sure they have everything they need and more to be comfortable.  But when someone asks him about them or Schelm he goes “Who?  Tho dumb owls?  Yeah they’re doing alright I guess”  Then he goes back to his room and cuddles the babies and helps feed them and helps keep the nest cozy.  But Schelm doesn’t leave the babies side.  Only because he trusts Mozart does he let him near the babies.  Sebas isn’t even allowed in Mozart’s room during this time.  Eventually Schelm takes them all tot he music room.  He had been working on making a nest in there for them since that is where Mozart spends most of his time, and plus the open windows make it a more comfortable atmosphere.

Lumière 

First of all???  Where is the mother cat even going to nest??? Leonardo’s room is a mess.  Either way.  At first Lumiere could have cared less.  He was like oh, babies.  But since he realized they were there to stay and not visiting he started to become really helpful and would bathe them and make sure they don’t get into anything in Leonardo’s room.  But once they start walking it is chaos.  They end up getting out of the room and running through the halls.  And maybe even end up in Theo’s room because they saw that big fluffy thing and wanted to see what it was.  Vinc loves them all and gives them all kisses as Theo is yelling for Leonardo to get them out.  Mozart has made sure to keep the music room door closed once he saw them in the hallway.  Jean absolutely loved them and thought they could be friends with Cherie.  Lumiere chases them through the hall trying to get them back to the bed room, but by the time he gets one back another one has escaped.

 Vic

He can’t believe they are smaller than him!  Something finally smaller than him!  He’s a vvv good dad though.  Having kids sorta calmed him down but he is still very yippy.  He picks up his children and shows them of to Arthur.  He’s like “DAD!! LOOK!! ITS MY BABY!! LOOK HOW CUTE!!” and his tail and going WILD.  I imagine Arthur would spoil them.  Theo would too because, well, puppies.  Vic is a little cautious of King going near them just because of how big he is, plus King forgets that he is that big.  But once the puppies start walking around and getting into trouble Vic can’t seem to keep them away from King.  They just crawl all over him.  But their little yips??  The rest of the mansion is slowly hating the puppies from how loud they are.

Brush 

Ohmygod.  Baby raccoons.  THEY GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE WITH THEIR LITTLE THUMBS.  It is at times like this Vincent wished he had a bed, because they all insist on sleeping with him.  He doesn’t mind being buried under baby raccoons.  Brush likes to carry as many of them as possible and show them to the residents, especially when they were first born.  When they were born he took Vincent’s hand and dragged him over and made him sit down and handed him each baby to look at.  Mama raccoon was not too happy, but trusted Vinc and so she let it happen.  Then Brush went into the hallway, first person he saw as Isaac so he dragged Isaac in and had him look at the babies too.  But once they start walking around on their own they are CHAOS.  lil thumbs to get into things.  Sebas thought having one raccoon being able to get into the kitchen was bad.  Now he has to lock everything.  They enjoy getting Vic worked up and chasing them around.  If King wasn’t so much bigger they would do it to him.  Occasionally you will find them cuddling with Lumiere.  But a resident will wake up to having a baby raccoon int heir face.  Napoleon has kissed one occasionally. 

 King 

King is already Vincent in dog form, BUT NOW THERE MINI ONES.  They are very goofy and trip over their feet when running.  Theo wasn’t sure if having puppies was going to be a good idea, but the moment they were born he regret everything he said.  The man is a dog lover and he will allow any chance of being covered in puppies happen.  He tells them they can’t sleep on the bed, but by the time he wakes up in the morning they are all there with him, including King.  He can’t be mean to those cute puppy faces.  Vinc isn’t too much of a dog person, at least not big dogs, but he loves the puppies and plays with them.  King lets them climb all over him while playing and he watches over them when they are outside so they don’t get hurt.  They are very well behaved expect when it’s dinner time, and they running into the dining hall where everyone is eating and is trying to beg for food.

Bunta

Honestly?????  Bunta would probably be so confused.  Dazai would hold Bunta and be like “Look, Bunta.  Those are your babies.” and Bunta just tilts his head.  But once they can leave the nest they follow Bunta or Dazai around.  Bunta has taught them that Theo is bad and to stay away from the cat.  He brings Schelm and Jupiter into the room to see them, and Schelm is like “.....food???” and Bunta screams.  Soon they are doing the same as Bunta and sleeping int he other birds nests.  It annoys Schelm to have tiny cheeping blobs in his nest, but if they are quite then they aren’t too bad..  Jupiter enjoys them and can’t understand how a bird can be even smaller than Bunta.  Bunta is already so smaller, and they come even smALLER??

  Harry 

Smol bby hedgehogs all scurrying around Isaac’s room because he refuses to let them go out into the hallway because he’s worried about them.  Isaac was so deep in his work he forgot to tell anyone about the babies.  Sebastian happened to come by to drop off his lunch and heard the squeaking of the babies.  The babies were already like two weeks old at this point.    Whenever a bug gets into the bedroom they start to run after it trying to eat it and then they start fighting for it.  So as much as he hates it, Isaac will intentionally bring bugs into his room because he knows they want to eat bugs.  Harry however teaches them how to sneak out of the room to go exploring.  This is how they all end up getting stuck in the basement. . . again. They just can’t seem to be able to go up stairs.

Cherie

No one but Jean knew about the two cubs for the first few months.  Then he took them to show Comte to show him how cute they are.  Comte just looks at him and isn’t quite sure what to say.  There is no way they can keep up with four tigers.  But while they are cubs they are adorable and lay in the sun and sleep with Lumiere and they all play fight.  They know when Sebas is in the kitchen and run in and squeak for food, especially if it is meat they smell.

Puck 

Oh god.  How many would there even be.  Will and MC thought her rabbit was a boy, but then a month later there were babies.  Will just looked at Puck and went “Don’t you dare do it again,” and Puck is just munching on some greens.  So many zoomies.  The babies were extra hyper and Will had to extra rabbit proof the house.  Puck wouldn’t just munch on anything he saw, but who knows with these babies.  They started to chew the legs of Will’s writing table and made it wobbly.  They will all pile up on Puck and sleep.  Have you tried getting nearly a dozen bunnies back inside?  Impossible.  They are all over Vinc when he comes over to visit.  At first they weren’t sure about him, but since Daddy Puck seemed to like him and not be bothered, they decided to investigate.  Que Vinc cooing them all.  Most of the babies picked up on Puck’s needy and yandere habits  and must get fed when they want fed, or else they hangy.

Time/Thyme

THE CHAOS.  Mini thymes running around biting your toes and climbing up your legs.  Mozart has pulled one or two out of his piano and yeeted them out.  They were running back like AGAIN AGAIN but he closed the door shut and never opened it when they were around.  Somehow Leonardo always ends up with one in his pocket.  Even he isn’t sure how.  They will attack anyone but Comte is always the first option.  They were all hidden in Vincents coat, he has a lot of layers, and then they heard Comte and suddenly all their little heads pop out.  Vincent likes when they sleep on him.  At least three times a day you hear Comte yelling “STOP BITING MY TOES”  Thyme doesn’t help bc he bites too.  He taught them well.  Thyme doesn’t even try controlling them.  He joins in the chaos.  Sometimes you’ll even see them climbing up the curtains.  At night Sebastian gets a basket and goes around the mansion to collect them all and puts them in Comtes room so everyone can sleep in peace.

Lotte 

They are just so little what the heck.  They baa and hop around like there’s nothing wrong in the world.  Sometimes Sebas will bottle feed them just because he loves doing so and finds it adorable.  They love to follow Sebas around when he’s cleaning.  He will shoo them outside to go play but they just baa at him and keep following.  If there is a table int he room you damn well be sure that they are going to stand on that table and baa at anyone who walks in.  Theo and Arthur get baa’d at alot.  Lottie basically lets them do what they want as long as it isn’t dangerous

Masterlist

[waiting4inspiration]

Useless to Me VII (Ivar x Reader c Hvitserk)

Summary: After the birth of your twins, Freydis wants to get back at you for what you’ve told Ivar and makes him believe that your children at his. Ivar decides to see if your words about his new wife are true

Warnings: angst, strong language, mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of birth, ivar being an ass, small fluff, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce

Word Count: 2,939

Useless to Me Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

Not only do you feel blessed by the Gods, but you feel as if this is their way to apologize for what you had to go through - with Ivar and with childbirth - to get here. And they did that by giving not only a son, but a daughter as well. They both have the famous piercing blue eyes that runs in the family. 

Hvitserk left after things settled down and the twins were asleep to announce the birth of his son and daughter to the anxious crowd of feasting men and women in the Great Hall. And you could hear the elated cheers from the room. 

You haven’t stopped smiling since. 

The healer that helped birth your two babies stayed behind, showing you how to feed both at the same time. And seeing the child - or children - you birthed suckling on your breast makes the satisfaction of being a mother grow so big, it feels like you might burst. 

Now, the healer holds your daughter as you hold your son, rocking him to sleep and staring at his peaceful face. “It seems you were destined to be a mother,” the healer chuckles, making your smile grow brighter as you look up at her. 

When your eyes meet hers, you remember what she had said before your daughter was born. What she called you. “You called me ‘My Queen’ before my daughter was born. Why?” you ask, your voice gentle, not meaning to frighten her or make her feel bad. 

She bites her lip and looks down at the baby in her arms. “I was hoping you had forgotten. It was a force of habit and I am completely sorry about it,” she explains, looking up at you with slight fear in her eyes. 

You chuckle, shake your head and hold up a hand. She sighs to see your relaxed face. She’s not going to be punished for her mistake. “It’s quite alright. Some others seem to still be treating me like the queen I no longer am,” you mutter, remembering the two farmers that helped carry you to the room. 

You can only imagine how many other people would treat you the same. 

“Because you cared so much for us when you were queen. And many believe that what he did was wrong,” she whispers, shifting slightly closer to her so your conversation can stay between you and her. “Freydis...she isn’t like you. She has big shoes to fill and she’s not even trying to win the hearts of her people. I have heard that people still see you as our queen.”

“But I am not. And I am fine with that,” you respond, looking down in admiration at your sleeping daughter in the healer’s arms. “If I had known that leaving Ivar would give me this, I would have done it the first time I suspected he couldn’t fill me with child,” you whisper, moving your gaze to your son. 

The healer takes in a deep breath, making you realize what you had said, that you had told someone else that Ivar is infertile, and your head snaps up to her. “You musn’t-”

“I won’t tell anyone, princess,” she quickly says. Giving you a reassuring smile, you sigh in relief and nod a short ‘thanks’ to her. “You should get some rest. Sleep when they sleep, otherwise, you won’t get much rest,” she suggests, moving to stand at your side as you sink to lie down. 

Placing your son beside you, you take your daughter from her and rest her beside her brother. Then, you rest your head on the pillow and wrap an arm around the twins to form a small nest for them as the healer walks out the room. 

You watch the two babies for a moment, smiling at their peaceful faces as you point out what features they received from you, and which from Hvitserk. 

Then, you drift off into a happy sleep.

Hvitserk came practically bouncing into the Great Hall again with a proud smile on his face, announcing the birth of his son and making the hall abrupt into loud cheers. And when he added that he also has a daughter, causing another cheer, it made Ivar even more bitter. 

Not only have the Gods given you a child with his brother, but they have given you two. Are the Gods mocking him? 

Staring at the ground with an irritated look on his face, Freydis moves up behind him on the bed and runs her hands over his shoulders. “You’re thinking about her. And her children,” she whispers, knowing it’s true because the same thing is on her mind. 

More about how you insulted her and how she wants revenge for that. 

Ivar sighs out and rolls his shoulders to get her to pull her hands away from him. “I feel mocked. She conceived the first time she fucked him and now she has a son. And a daughter,” he grumbles, his eyes staying on his hands as he shakes his head. “My brother’s children.”

Freydis bites her lip and glances down at her stomach. Then, a thought comes to her. What better way to get revenge on you by taking what you love away from you? Your husband? Your children? Why not both? 

How will she do that? Well, she can manipulate Ivar in any way she wants. She got him to believe that the child she carries is his, she can make him believe that Hvitserk’s children are actually his as well. 

“What if they are yours?” She starts by putting the idea in his mind. 

But he doesn’t take it because he shakes his head and chuckles. “They can’t be because she bled before she left,” he snaps, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her. 

“So?” she questions, picking at the idea until he takes it. “That doesn’t confirm anything,” she lies, moving closer to him as he turns around completely in interest. “The first two months I carried your child, I bled a little bit too. It’s perfectly normal for that to happen.” Another lie, and she knows it. But he’s a man, what does he know about a woman’s body except where he needs to fuck?

His eyes shift to the side, and slowly, Freydis sees him thinking more and more about it, looking for things that make him believe her words. “They were born early,” she adds to his thoughts. He doesn’t need to know how early your children were born. All he needs to know is that they are early. Making him think it’s possible to be his. “You should demand your children, Ivar.”

His head snaps up to her as she moves into a more comfortable position that shows off her swollen stomach a bit. “Really?” he softly asks, unsure of her words. 

“Yes. You are king, you can have whatever you want. And you are their father. No one can prove they are not yours. All you have is her word and maybe her husband’s word; they are not yours, but they are just words.”

“And if I say they are mine, it is my word against hers,” he points out, holding up a finger and a sly smirk as he moves to her side. 

He rests his hand on his belly as she chuckles. “You mean, it’s their king’s word against theirs,” she corrects, placing her hand on the curve of her stomach and smiling wicked at him. “Their king’s word and their queen’s word.”

Ivar chuckles as a smile grows on his face. He believes her. He believes you gave birth to his children. Not Hvitserk’s.

Freydis knows that the only one who can confirm that the twins are not Ivar’s is the healer that birthed them. The same healer that helped you when you did bleed when you were still married to Ivar. But, she has a plan for that too. 

No one can question a healer than is not there.

Feeling one of the baby’s stir, your eyes snap open and you’re suddenly awake. Seeing your daughter shifting and whining with a closed hand near her face, you push yourself up and take her into your arms. The healer told you it could be a sign that the baby is hungry. And when she starts to cry, you know that it’s true. 

Her crying wakes her brother, making him cry, and waking Hvitserk - who you only see now - sleeping beside him. You give a small smile to him as she pushes himself up. “I’m sorry they woke you,” you whisper, positioning your daughter the way you had her when you fed her last night. 

Hvitserk chuckles at the sight of you trying to get your daughter to latch onto your nipple and shakes his head. “Why apologize when I get to see this sight?” he questions, picking his son up from the bed as he shifts closer to you. 

You laugh, remembering how intrigued he was last night when you first had your children feeding from each breast. Taking your son from him so you can feed him too, you struggle a bit more with having to keep your daughter steady at the same time. “Need some help, my love?”

“Because I want you touching my boobs right now,” you tease, looking up at him when your son finally starts to suckle. Hvitserk knows that they’ve been sensitive lately, and before you gave birth, he insisted to help you clean up when they started leaking. 

He moves up to your side and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “What have you decided to name them?” he questions, smiling down at his son and daughter, suckling and kneading your breasts with small hands. 

Resting your head against his shoulder, you smile to yourself and run your tongue over your lips. “Halvar and Kar?,” you whisper, speaking of your son and daughter respectively. 

Hvitserk smiles and hums in agreement. “Halvar and Kari.” His hand caresses your arm as he rests his head against yours. “Our children. I shall return before the day is over,” he says, speaking to them as he strokes their cheeks with his other hand before turning his head to kiss the side of your face. 

“You’re leaving?” you ask, hesitant about being left here where Ivar and Freydis are. “Where are you going?”

“To make sure our home is ready to receive two babies,” he chuckles, cupping your cheek as you look up at him with an unsure look on your face. “You will be fine here and I promise I will not take too long,” he reassures, pressing his lips to yours for a deep kiss, similar to the one he gave you after the twins were placed in your arms for the first time. 

Outside the room, however, Ivar waits for a moment where you are alone. He waits for Hvitserk to leave, knowing that you won’t stand a chance stopping him from taking at least one of his children away from you if you refuse to give them to him so they can be raised as his heirs. 

He’ll go for your son. His son. A male heir. 

Finally seeing Hvitserk walking out the room and heading the other way, Ivar smiles to see that he has left the door open. Perfect. 

He steps forward, recalling his wife’s words that reassure him these are his children. Freydis said she had other things to do, that it would be for the best if he were to demand his children on his own. Seeing as how you are his ex-wife. 

Seeing someone entering the room, you turn your head and smile, thinking that it’s Hvitserk again or the healer coming to make sure you’re alright. But seeing Ivar makes your smile quickly fade and your body to tense, bringing your children closer to your chest. 

“What are you doing here, Ivar?” you question, turning slightly as if to hide the twins from his sight, not comfortable with the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at them. 

“You know why I am here, (Y/n),” he deeply says, walking closer towards you. And you just realized now how you don’t like the way he slams his crutch onto the floor with each step he takes. “I am not an idiot like Hvitserk obviously is. I know the truth.”

You swallow nervously and shake your head. “What truth?”

“Those are my children!” His shout startles the babies, making them burst on in tears and a gasp to catch in your throat. “That is my daughter and this is my son. Why else would they have been born early?” he harshly questions, takes another step forward and reaches out to take one baby - he’s not sure if it’s the girl or the boy - from your arms as you try to calm the other.

Your head snaps at him at the feeling of him pulling your child out of your arms and you quickly place your daughter back on the bed. “Ivar, please. Give him back!” you beg, your sharp voice unsettles your babies, making them cry even more. 

So, he did take your son. His son. Good.

“Why should I?” he questions, looking at the crying baby in his arms and taking a small step back as you try to stand. “He is my son. He has my eyes to prove it.”

His eyes. Both your children have the same color eyes as he does. But he doesn’t see how your son has Hvitserk’s nose, mouth, ears. How your son looks like Hvitserk, not him. “Ivar, please. I’m begging you. Give me my son.”

“He is my son. I am King. I demand my children stay with me.”

“I will not let you take them,” you shout at him, taking a small step towards him as a tear breaks free from your eyes. “Give him to me. Now,” you scream, reaching for your son in his arms as he tries to pull away from you. “I told you that they are not yours. That I bled before divorcing you.”

“That doesn’t prove anything. Freydis said-”

“Freydis said?” you cut him off, standing still in front of him as he stops moving your son away from your reach. “You’re doing this because of something Freydis said? Freydis is a liar,” you snap, your eyes flickering down to your still crying son and you have to stop yourself from snatching him out of Ivar’s hold. “She’s lying to you about the father of her child and she’s lying to you about the father of my children. Her child was fathered by some man she’s fucking in the market-”

“Watch your tongue!”

“And my children were fathered by my husband, your brother after you failed to give me a child for years,” you don’t relent, knowing that what you’re saying could possibly put your son’s life at risk, but you have to get him to see the truth. The real truth. “Freydis is manipulating you and you don’t even realize it. When have I ever lied to you?” you question, taking a small step forward and raising your hands to stop Ivar from doing anything stupid to your son. “Just because you treated me like shit and continue to do so, I’m not going to start lying to you now. My son and daughter are Hvitserk’s. And I bled an empty womb before I asked you for a divorce. And you can ask the healer that birthed my children. Now, please, give me my son,” you beg, your voice now soft and gentle to calm him as the two crying babies down. 

Ivar stares at you, watches as your eyes flicker between him and his son. Your son. Realizing that all he’s going on at the moment is Freydis’s word, he slowly hands the boy back to you, making you take him with a sigh of relief and hold him close to your chest. 

And he watches. He watches you being a mother, comforting the crying baby born from your womb that he couldn’t fill for years. 

“You will stay in this Hall until it is otherwise proven that they are not my children,” he says, deciding to no longer go on anyone’s word. Expect the healer’s when he finds her. “Do you understand me?”

You nod, scared to think what he might do if you even think to defy him. Keeping your head down as you kiss the top of your son’s head, you breathe a shaky sigh as Ivar turns to walk away, crutch slamming into the ground as he walks. 

Outside your room, he walks until he finds a guard. From now on, he’s going to act on his own, like he had always done. The first time he went with someone’s words, was when you told him to find a cunt to bury his sorrows in. And look where that’s led him now. 

No, he has to find out if the child growing in his wife’s womb is his, or if it is a bastard. When he finds out the truth, then he will know whether or not he should listen to her words any farther. 

“Where is my wife?” he questions harshly, making the guard flinch and swallow harshly. 

“She’s getting ready to go to the market.” 

You said that the child’s father is someone she’s fucking in the market. What are the chances that Freydis is going to the market for her own interest and going to see the true father of her child? 

Well, he’s going to see for himself.

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